Went back. What the hell is wrong with me?! behalf of Fatima Hate. Hate. Hate. Insolent! How dare he. Tears, not stopping, flowed with a new force. I feel like a dirty liar. Vile. I hate myself! I hate him! Hate all! Why is that? Why can't I just be happy? What have I done wrong in this world to be punished like this? It's all my fault. Whoever I'm attached to is falling apart like a house of cards. Fortunately, no one was home. Exhausted, quietly rolled down the wall, holding his mouth, so God forbid, someone heard me...

После недавних статей о фильмах ВВС я продолжаю смотреть кино об Англии 19 века. На этот раз поговорим об экранизациях романа Джейн Остин "Разум и чувства".