'Terror made me cruel . . .'
"He сказал(-а) the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July день was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks Пение high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly."
"Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves."
" . . . treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies."
"I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country или town. A sensible man ought...
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