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JAYDEN'S AESTHETIC PART 1/∞

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RUSSIAN CLASSICS AESTHETICS

BOLD whatever applies to / attracts your muse.

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV:   orthodox monasteries. deep woods. starry nights. the sound of paper being torn. dimly lit rooms. withered roses. an unfinished letter. piles of books. the sound of shattering glass. ticking of clocks in a silent house. heavy wooden furniture. the air before a storm. the smell of earth. a crowd of people dressed in black. distant murmurs. emptied streets. the fear of walking alone at dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT:   coldness of a blade against the skin. slender, pale fingers and slightly shaking hands. a red stain blooming on white fabric. lonely steps in a corridor. the slow dripping of water. looking out the window into thickening darkness. a single dying candle on the table. listening to one breath and counting heartbeats. too many stairs. the desire to be invisible. a subtle memory of kind words.

THE IDIOT:   classical statues. wealth covered with dust. a dark house tainted with inherited madness. an unsettling feeling. long walks in a park. useless chatter. a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench. a melancholic face. an unexpected spring rain. the joy of reading a favorite book. the clarity of mind after perceiving the world. looking at a cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA:   fields of crops. flowers brought from an early morning walk. the wind caressing a girl’s hair. a bowl of fruit. the smell of ripe pears. the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea. children’s laughter coming from a garden. soft sunlight and white curtains. the sensation of velvet against skin. pearls from a ripped necklace silling on a marble floor. a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE:   a glass of wine. the brightness of a crystal chandelier. white lace. a raging snow storm. the sound of a door being gently closed. the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ballroom. indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light. closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing. the sweet smell of strawberries. a pair of gloves left on an armchair. the light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA:   the chaos of a lively city. ambient jazz in expensive restaurants. jumping on a moving tram. the sight of moscow from the roof of a house. yellow flowers in a vase. leaning out the window. shelves stacked with books. a small tin box with old photographs. strange shapes in the night sky. laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony. colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating on the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN:   a lonely mansion. reading a book in the parlor. faint piano melody lingering in falling silence. long evenings. passing seasons. discussing french novels of the moment. unspoken thoughts. leaning against the door frame. quickly averted glance. eating a peach, absent-minded. bright mornings. footprints in snow. a loud gunshot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS:   birch groves. morning mist. moss-covered stones near a moor. scientific books. white roses. cheap champagne. shabby pocket watch. lighthearted irony. a maladroit cello sonata. freshly mowed glass. letting thoughts come and go. a slow yawn. picturesque plates and bowls filled with traditional dishes. drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO:   a strange feeling of loss. writing poems in a diary. traveling by train. the hesitation before touching someone’s hand. the gaze of one lost in thought. the warmth of cinnamon. a scarf brightly embellished with flowers. a glass of water. a threadbare jacket. the tempting void. the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD:   a lone chair in an empty room. falling blossoms. old samovar. the unsettling need for change. a mirror reflecting a full moon. the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless with a second glance. an out of tune piano.

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