The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Том 17Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... eyes which has been accorded to Cervantes , for the episodes of the Ames Mortes are so characteristically local that they cannot be appreciated in Western Europe until we are as familiar with the life of the Russian people as with the ...
... eyes which has been accorded to Cervantes , for the episodes of the Ames Mortes are so characteristically local that they cannot be appreciated in Western Europe until we are as familiar with the life of the Russian people as with the ...
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... eyes , I have never seen a sadder face than his , always contracted or distorted by alarming spasms . When he was animated by anger , in connec- tion with one of his ideas , one could have sworn that one had seen his face before , in ...
... eyes , I have never seen a sadder face than his , always contracted or distorted by alarming spasms . When he was animated by anger , in connec- tion with one of his ideas , one could have sworn that one had seen his face before , in ...
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... eyes , Tolstoi remains the great man who first gave expression to the whole spirit of his race . Leo Nikolaievitch is nothing but a Russian ; he has perceived everything which belongs to his country , con- fusedly , for the subject is ...
... eyes , Tolstoi remains the great man who first gave expression to the whole spirit of his race . Leo Nikolaievitch is nothing but a Russian ; he has perceived everything which belongs to his country , con- fusedly , for the subject is ...
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... Eye round all my Hopes , I don't see any one Pursuit of them that should so reasonably rouse me out of a Nod in my Great Chair , as a call to those agreeable Parties I have sometimes the Happiness to mix with , where I always assert the ...
... Eye round all my Hopes , I don't see any one Pursuit of them that should so reasonably rouse me out of a Nod in my Great Chair , as a call to those agreeable Parties I have sometimes the Happiness to mix with , where I always assert the ...
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... eye ranged over the magnificent prospect , lit up by that gorgeous sunset , he could not help thinking of Tom King's last words . " Poor fellow ! " thought Dick , " he said truly . He will never see another sunset . " Aroused by the ...
... eye ranged over the magnificent prospect , lit up by that gorgeous sunset , he could not help thinking of Tom King's last words . " Poor fellow ! " thought Dick , " he said truly . He will never see another sunset . " Aroused by the ...
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