Why did Hamlet trouble about ghosts after death, when life itself is haunted by ghosts so much more terrible?
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Daughter: "Felt boots are not the correct thing."
Father: "Yes they are clumsy, I'll have to get leather ones." The father fell ill and his deportation to Siberia was postponed.
Daughter: "You are not at all ill, father. Look, you have your coat and boots on…."
Father: "I long to be exiled to Siberia. One could sit somewhere by the Yenissey or Obi river and fish, and on the ferry there would be nice little convicts, emigrants…. Here I hate everything: this lilac tree in front of the window, these gravel paths…."
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A bedroom. The light of the moon shines so brightly through the window that even the buttons on his night shirt are visible.
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A nice man would feel ashamed even before a dog….