ASTROV
When a man has a beautiful face, a beautiful soul, a beautiful mind, he is a joy to behold. But when he is ugly, inside and out, he is a torment. And I, I am ugly. I am old, I am tired, I am cynical. I have lost my faith, my hope, my dreams. I used to be different. I used to be young, and full of ideals, and I believed in beauty, in truth, in…