With you I'm jealous of what is obscure, unconscious, of something in which explanations are unthinkable, of something that cannot be puzzled out. I'm jealous of your toilet things, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the infectious diseases borne on the air, which may affect you and poison your blood.
Boris PasternakAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: russian
- Born: February 10, 1890
- Died: May 30, 1960