“I shall be love, thus I shall be everything, and thus my dream will be realized.”
“Let the eyes see, let the heart take notice. Be not harsh in your power, lest trouble befall you. Pass over a matter, it becomes two. He who eats tastes; one addressed answers. It is the sleeper who sees the dream; and a judge who deserves punishment is a model for the (evil) doer.”
“I m a light bearer dressed in a sleep wear.”
“But now, strange as it seems, a peasant s small, scrawny. light brown nag is harnessed to such a large cart, one of those horses he s seen it often that sometimes strain to pull some huge load of firewood or hay. Especially if the cart has gotten stuck in the mud or a rut. The peasants always whip the horse so terribly, so very painfully, sometimes even across its muzzle and eyes, and he would always feel so sorry, so very sorry to witness it that he would feel like crying, and his mother would always lead him away from the window. Now things are getting extremely boisterous: some very large and extremely drunken peasants in red and blue shirts, their heavy coats slung over their shoulders. come out of the tavern shouting, singing. and playing balalaikas. “Git in. everyone git in! shouts one peasant, a young lad with a thick neck and a fleshy face, red as a beet, “I ll take ya all. Git in! But there is a burst of laughter and shouting: “That ol’ nag ain t good for nothin ! “Hey, Mikolka, you must be outta yer head to hitch that ol mare to yer cart! “That poor ol horse must be twenty if she s a day, lads! “Git in, I ll take ya all! Mikolka shouts again,jumping in first, taking hold of the reins, and standing up straight in the front of the cart. “Matvei went off with the bay, he cries from the cart, “and as for this ol mare here, lads, she s only breakin my heart: I don t give a damn ifit kills ’er; she ain t worth her salt. Git in, I tell ya! I ll make er gallop! She’ll gallop, all right! And he takes the whip in his hand, getting ready to thrash the horse with delight. What the hell, git in! laugh several people in the crowd. You heard im, she ll gallop! “I bet she ain t galloped in ten years! She will now! “Don t pity er, lads; everyone, bring yer whips, git ready! That s it! Thrash er! They all clamber into Mikolka s cart with guffaws and wisecracks. There are six lads and room for more. They take along a peasant woman, fat and ruddy. She s wearing red calico, a headdress trimmed with beads, and fur slippers; she‘s cracking nuts and cackling. The crowd’s also laughing; as a matter of fact, how could one keep from laughing at the idea of a broken down old mare about to gallop, trying to pull such a heavy load! Two lads in the cart grab their whips to help Mikolka. The shout rings out: “Pull! The mare strains with all her might, but not only can’t she gallop, she can barely take a step forward; she merely scrapes her hooves, grunts, and cowers from the blows of the three whips raining down on her like hail. Laughter redoubles in the cart and among the crowd, but Mikolka grows angry and in his rage strikes the little mare with more blows, as if he really thinks she’ll be able to gallop. “Take me along, too, lads! shouts someone from the crowd who’s gotten a taste of the fun. “Git in! Everyone, git inl cries Mikolka. “She ll take everyone. I‘ll flog er! And he whips her and whips her again; in his frenzy, he no longer knows what he’s doing. “Papa, papa, the boy cries to his father. “Papa, what are they doing? Papa, they‘re beating the poor horse! “Let s go, let s go! his father says. “They’re drunk, misbehaving, those fools: let’s go. Don t look! He tries to lead his son away. but the boy breaks from his father‘s arms; beside himself, he runs toward the horse. But the poor horse is on her last legs. Gasping for breath, she stops, and then tries to pull again, about to drop. “Beat er to death! cries Mikolka. ”That s what it s come to. I‘ll flog ‘er! “Aren t you a Christian. you devil? shouts one old man from the crowd. “Just imagine, asking an ol horse like that to pull such a heavy load,” adds another. “You‘ll do er in! shouts a third. “Leave me alone! She’s mine! I can do what I want with er! Git in, all of ya! Everyone git in I m gonna make er gallop!”
“A firm believe in God is the only force capable of breaking through any barrier towards the realization of dream.”
“To dream, to meet, to have, to share with good personality people. You have to be first yourself good in your character, behaviour, dealings, and all the activities that you share in your circles. Otherwise, go ahead as your nature is, whatever it is.”
“Do not cease dreaming.”
“The divinity of dream is the grace of power to make it a reality through repeated actions.”
“Un rêve qui ne change pas les dimensions du monde est-il vraiment un rêve ?”
“Choosing the wrong definitions of a dream, we follow a phantom goal on a false road that has no final destination.”
“It’s not about the ashes, for they tell a tale of what was. It’s about having a vision sufficient to understand that the tale that lies among the ashes stands ready to build the dream that will rise above the ashes.”
“Life is a dream. Tis waking that kills us.”
“To book your next dream, read before bed...”
“Living without a dreams is like walking the tightrope while awake. There are no impossible dreams, there is given up on dreams”
“Living without a dreams is like walking the tightrope while awake. There are no impossible dreams, there is given up on dreams.”
“Bless your dream, breathe fresh new air into tomorrow.”
“We need to assess the risk not just to assess the risk, but to determine if there is any risk at all. For if there is none, we might have an idea but we don’t have a dream.”