I’m often confronted by things about which I have no certainty at all. But I sure believe in miracles. For me, a miracle is seeing the world with light in your eyes. It’s knowing there’s always hope and possibility where none seems to exist. Many people are so closed to miracles that even when one is boldly staring them in the face, they label it coincidence. I call it like I see it. To me, miracles are confirmation that something larger than us is at work. I believe they happen not just sometimes but every single day, if we are open to seeing them.
Мемуары Андрея Белого. Второй том лучше пошел, больше знакомых имен.
А вообще, хоть это и не Петербург, но язык у него все-таки тяжеловат.
Познавательно для всех, кто интересуется серебряным веком.
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