From Paris to The Netherlands

Anna Karenina's story drew my mind to a complex mood again . She died , die for a type of life which lost the principle, a life which expect all the happinesses from love , when I'm talking about ' love' here , I mean the love from your lover , physically coming up prior to mentally if you ask me.

 Leo Tolstoy is a brutal writer, he finished Anna's life simply by echo from after the first meeting , the train station, the crowded platform , the cold sleeper... A story destined to end up sadly from the beginning , in the specific social environment , a woman with family . He said ' as a man, i'm done, maybe could still be used as a tool ' if he thought in this way in Italy , Anna wouldn't die.

Career and beauty , we all want it all ...