The Crushed Flower and Other Stories by Leonid Nikolayevich Andreyev
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Now it is a new way, a terrible way! I was kind like a queen; and
like a queen I bowed graciously to the right and to the left. And they--they ran away! Like a queen I bowed benevolently to the right and to the left--and they, queer people--they ran away. What do you think? Why did they run away? What do you think? Look into my eyes. Do you see in them a certain glimmer and a flash? The rays of my crown blind your eyes, you are petrified, you are lost. I shall soon dance my last dance---do not fall. I shall coil into rings, I shall flash my scales dimly, and I shall clasp my steel body in my gentle, cold embraces. Here I am! Accept my only kiss, my nuptial kiss--in it is the deadly grief of all oppressed lives. One in many! One in many! Bend down to me. I love you. Die! LOVE, FAITH AND HOPE He loved. According to his passport, he was called Max Z. But as it was stated in the same passport that he had no special peculiarities |
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