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plpietra 's review for:
The Golden Rose
by Konstantin Paustovsky
I mean life or, as Dostoevsky termed it, "the little things that make up life." Life is not really studied by the writer but lived by him. We may say that writers live inside their material. They suffer, think, enjoy themselves, take part in the life around them. Every day leaves its mark. And the heart remembers.