polinablabla 9 марта 2016 г., 18:27 Пожаловаться Loss. A known absence. If you did not know it, it would be nothing, which it is, of course, a nothing of another kind, as acutely felt as a blister, but a tumult, too, in the region of the heart and lungs, an emptiness with a name: You. The Summer Without Men Siri Hustvedt 3,6