human
Enchanting! said Marya Konstantinovna, heaving deep sighs of ecstasy.
gpt
Children, look how fine! What peace!
human
Yes, it really is fine, assented Laevsky, who liked the view, and for some reason felt sad as he looked at the sky and then at the blue smoke rising from the chimney of the _duhan_.
gpt
Yes, it is fine,
human
Ivan Andreitch, describe this view,
gpt
Why? asked Laevsky.
human
The impression is better than any description. The wealth of sights and sounds which every one receives from nature by direct impression is ranted about by authors in a hideous and unrecognisable way.
gpt
Really? Von Koren asked coldly, choosing the biggest stone by the side of the water, and trying to clamber up and sit upon it.
human
Really? he repeated, looking directly at Laevsky.
gpt
What of 'Romeo and Juliet'? Or, for instance, Pushkin's 'Night in the Ukraine'? Nature ought to come and bow down at their feet.
human
Perhaps, said Laevsky, who was too lazy to think and oppose him.
gpt
Though what is 'Romeo and Juliet' after all? he added after a short pause.
human
The beauty of poetry and holiness of love are simply the roses under which they try to hide its rottenness. Romeo is just the same sort of animal as all the rest of us.
gpt
Whatever one talks to you about, you always bring it round to . . .
human
What do I bring it round to?
gpt
One tells you, for instance, how beautiful a bunch of grapes is, and you answer: 'Yes, but how ugly it is when it is chewed and digested in one's stomach!' Why say that? It's not new, and . . . altogether it is a queer habit.