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Stefan Zweig

Letter from an Unknown Woman and other stories

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  • Ekaterina Oguryaevahas quoted7 years ago
    Nothing makes one as healthy as happiness, and there is no greater happiness than making someone else happy.
  • Юля Борисhas quoted8 years ago
    WHEN R., the famous novelist, returned to Vienna early in the morning, after a refreshing three-day excursion into the mountains, and bought a newspaper at the railway station, he was reminded as soon as his eye fell on the date that this was his birthday. His forty-first birthday, as he quickly reflected, an observation that neither pleased nor displeased him. He swiftly leafed through the crisp pages of the paper, and hailed a taxi to take him home to his apartment. His manservant told him that while he was away there had been two visitors as well as several telephone calls, and brought him the accumulated post on a tray. R. looked casually through it, opening a couple of envelopes because the names of their senders interested him; for the moment he set aside one letter, apparently of some length and addressed to him in writing that he did not recognize. Meanwhile the servant had brought him tea; he leant back in an armchair at his ease, skimmed the newspaper again, leafed through several other items of printed matter, then lit himself a cigar, and only now picked up the letter that he had put to one side.
    It consisted of about two dozen sheets, more of a manuscript than a letter and written hastily in an agitated, feminine hand that he did not know. He instinctively checked the envelope again in case he had missed an explanatory enclosure. But the envelope was empty, and like the letter itself bore no address or signature identifying the sender. Strange, he thought, and picked up the letter once more. It began, “To you, who never knew me,” which was both a salutation and a challenge. He stopped for a moment in surprise: was this letter really addressed to him or to some imaginary person? Suddenly his curiosity was aroused. And he began to read:
  • Feyre69has quoted2 years ago
    I beg you, do not tire of listening to me for a quarter of an hour, when I have never tired of loving you all my life.
  • 晓璇 林has quoted5 years ago
    because we wanted nothing to do with their down-at-heel, vulgar, uncouth manners.
  • 晓璇 林has quoted5 years ago
    that neither pleased nor displeased him
  • Crishas quoted6 years ago
    Do not be afraid of my words; a dead woman wants nothing any more, neither love nor pity nor comfort
  • ashbasffahas quoted6 years ago
    influenza that is spreading fast in this part of town, and I would be glad of it, because then I could go with my child without having to do myself any violence. Sometimes everything turns dark before my eyes; perhaps I shall not even be able to finish writing this letter—but I am summoning up all my strength to speak to you once, just this one time, my beloved who never knew me.

    I speak only to you; for the first time I will tell you everything, the whole story of my life, a life that has always been yours although you never knew it. But you shall know my secret only once I am dead, when you n
  • Ekaterina Oguryaevahas quoted7 years ago
    I think of it often now, and I don’t understand myself at that time, because what do women still know about their girlish hearts that believed in miracles, whose dreams are like delicate little white flowers that will be blown away at the first breath of reality?
  • evyearhas quoted7 years ago
    had never been more of a stranger to you than at that moment
  • evyearhas quoted7 years ago
    your kindness, but it is—forgive me—it is passive. It wants to be appealed to,
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