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"Every intimacy, which at first so agreeably diversifies life and appears a light and charming adventure, inevitably grows into a regular problem of extreme intricacy..." Oh. Is it?

因為彆人聊 conversation with friends 說到這個故事找來看。1、確實主角並不 likeable ，但是非常有興趣得看下來 2、故事就是那個故事，為什麼這麼好看，每個人都像人不是屬於故事的角色（我在說什麼），包括他老婆，看到她說"The part of a lady-killer does not suit you at all, Dimitri." 震瞭一下 3、要再看 4、第一次看契訶夫可能，除瞭語文課。那些熟悉的名字課本外再讀就像多瞭不一樣的魅力

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"Every intimacy, which at first so agreeably diversifies life and appears a light and charming adventure, inevitably grows into a regular problem of extreme intricacy..." Oh. Is it?

心理描寫很棒，愛情降臨時細微卻振聾發聵的震顫（男主和Anna清晨看海的那幕美哭）。哎呀好喜歡看這種唯美憂傷的禁忌之戀 ><（快住口），但結尾忽然轉調開始大救贖真是讓人瞬間萎靡（喂）。

Love is but one's fantasy, one's self-indulgence, one's resort. We indulge ourselves in love in order to be detached from reality, to escape from reality. Every time reality crushes our faith we would resort to love, solacing ourselves with the fancy that...

Love is but one's fantasy, one's self-indulgence, one's resort. We indulge ourselves in love in order to be detached from reality, to escape from reality. Every time reality crushes our faith we would resort to love, solacing ourselves with the fancy that...

Love is but one's fantasy, one's self-indulgence, one's resort. We indulge ourselves in love in order to be detached from reality, to escape from reality. Every time reality crushes our faith we would resort to love, solacing ourselves with the fancy that...

Love is but one's fantasy, one's self-indulgence, one's resort. We indulge ourselves in love in order to be detached from reality, to escape from reality. Every time reality crushes our faith we would resort to love, solacing ourselves with the fancy that...

Love is but one's fantasy, one's self-indulgence, one's resort. We indulge ourselves in love in order to be detached from reality, to escape from reality. Every time reality crushes our faith we would resort to love, solacing ourselves with the fancy that...