Who lives a purposeful vivid life

Her long chronicle,
Reaches to its conclusion,
Nothing comes to an end.

Types of Rape: Power Rape (?)

"... forgetting all his resolutions, without asking when he could see her, where her husband was, Vronsky drove straight to the Karenins'. He ran up the stairs seeing no one and nothing, and with a rapid step, almost breaking into a run, he went into her room. And without considering, without noticing whether there was any one in the room or not, he flung his arms round her, and began to cover her face, her hands, her neck with kisses. Anna had been preparing herself for this meeting, had thought what she would say to him, but she did not succeed in saying anything of it; his passion mastered her. She tried to calm him, to calm herself, but it was too late. His feeling infected her. Her lips trembled so that for a long while she could say nothing. 'Yes you have conquered me, and I am yours,' she said at last, pressing his hands to her bosom. 'So it had to be,' he said. 'So long as we live it must be so. I know it now.'"

from the book "Anna Karenina"
by "Leo Tolstoy"

S can hear the wind blowing. She bends over her knees; her face is distorted with pain. A single knock on the door. S does not move. Silence is only broken by the wind, tossing and turning among trees’ branches and leaves…S looks up. There it is, the round face of the clock on the big white wall, with its long hand, moving slowly through digits… a minute passes. Another knock on the door, loud and brisk! S closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and holds her breath, as if she wants to cling to all the oxygen she can get, and still no movement, nothing…The key clicks in the lock and the door opens, Wind rushes into the room, R’s ambiguous look passes S quickly. S is looking at the clock, the round face and the abrupt breaks in time; just before the door closes a sweep of wind brings a single leaf into the room. The door is closed now; the leaf is there, lying still on the ground, in a point between S and R. S stares at the leaf, R stares at the leaf.
While his look is still locked on the lifeless pattern of the leaf, R says:” It’s cold and crazy outside.”
S closes her eyes, with a fine tremble in her voice, she says:” I know.”

He is his own worst enemy

She left him about a year ago. He understands why they should’t stay together, but still wonders why he can’t live without her. He is always looking for her in any girl he sees.

His manager is unbearable. Someday, he will unleash his fury, but he knows that ugly argue benefits nobody.

He is stuck. Why doesn’t his immigration application progress? Does his employer abuse other employees too or he is the only helpless guy.

…

He goes to bed, pulls his head to kiss her goodnight, but she turns her face. He extends his arm to grab her. she's gone for a long time now. He turns his head to the other side and sees his manager standing at the door. They look fiercely at each other; fight is inevitable this time, once forever…. With a sweated robe and bitter mouth, he walks to the kitchen to have some water. His office mate is playing cards with his employer at the dinner table. He pretends he can't see them. He has no strength left in his body. He opens the fridge, grabs the bottle of wine, turns on the TV and sinks into the sofa. With the last sip of wine, he draws few lines on the wall before returning to the bed.

First thing in the morning, neighbours will come to see the wall painting.