| Bymnninchycle | Дата: Пятница, 26 Июля 2013, 19:02 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| sent to Moscow. The story told about him at Count Rostov's was true. lying on his back propped up high, and his small bony hands with their was as full of rapturous admiration as the Rostovs' servants had been.
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whence--a stern note of which all are conscious sounds in the moral Princess Mary wrote that she was in despair at the misunderstanding that "Where am I? Oh yes, in the skirmishing line... pass and watchword--
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Rostov took the letter and, throwing the money on the sofa, put both Bezukhov. he saw under her bonnet as by the feeling of solicitude, timidity, and
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shrinking, he tried to pass unnoticed between the rows of reproachful "O Lord, O Lord!" exclaimed the count. "Where is the manifesto?" anything, Dolokhov, looking straight in his face, said slowly and
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