Pasha:
I used to admire your poetry.
Zhivago:
Thank you.
Pasha:
I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections... it's suddenly trivial now. You don't agree; you're wrong. The personal life is dead in Russia. History has killed it. I can see why you might hate me.
Zhivago:
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:18