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[...] I was, I think, eight years old. The old folks gossiped and entrusted me to a young girl, who was to show me the park. We walked along the paths, crossed some little bridges which had railings made of birch poles - I remember that well. Then it happened. I looked at her thin bare shoulders, t…

This description of the five elements that make up our image of love, however superficial it may be, does seem to demonstrate love’s contradictory, paradoxical, mysterious nature. I discussed five, but they can be reduced to three: exclusivity, which is love for only one person; attraction, which i…

This description of the five elements that make up our image of love, however superficial it may be, does seem to demonstrate love’s contradictory, paradoxical, mysterious nature. I discussed five, but they can be reduced to three: exclusivity, which is love for only one person; attraction, which i…

The mother said, “Aldred has a tender heart.”

The youth blushed. “Not tender enough, perhaps.”

Raimonda pushed a fugitive pea in his direction. “Tender enough. But reluctant to show.”

And this was a girl he had kissed with abandon.

“One was raised that way. Schools strict. Parents n…