It's The Moon That Makes It So

Here My Tears Are Falling, Nastenka. Let Them Flow, Let Them Flow - They Don't Hurt Anybody. They Will Dry Nastenka.

...it All, Maybe, Most Likely, Indeed, Might Turn Out For The Best.

In A Morbid Condition Of The Brain, Dreams Often Have A Singular Actuality, Vividness, And Extraordinary Semblance Of Reality.

Your Hand Is Cold, Mine Burns Like Fire. How Blind You Are, Nastenka!

Right Attitudes Produces Right Action