Илья Франк

Lui-même venait de ramasser le fusil d’un soldat mort et faisait le coup de feu

I have been here before,              But when or how I cannot tell:          I know the grass beyond the door,              The sweet keen smell,    The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.          You have been mine before, —              How long ago I may not know:          But just when at that swallow’s soar              Your neck turned so,    Some veil did fall, – I knew it all of yore.          Has this been thus before?

it. If anyone had told me a year ago that I would have been feeling like that I should have laughed at him; but there was the fact. The weather made me liverish, the talk of the ordinary Englishman made me sick, I couldn’t get enough exercise, and the amusements of London seemed as flat as soda-water that has been standing in the sun.

first paling of the stars (но его глаза открылись с первыми

Up to the age of sixteen, at a private school and afterwards at one of those great institutions for which England is justly famous, Mr. Harry Hartley had received the ordinary education of a gentleman. At that period, he manifested a remarkable distaste for study; and his only surviving parent being both weak and ignorant, he was permitted thenceforward to spend his time in the attainment of petty and purely elegant accomplishments. Two years later, he was left an orphan and almost a beggar.

I had hoped that His Majesty would think better of me if I told him about our methods of war. I decided therefore, to tell him something of the greatest importance. I told him that we have

so far as he was concerned it was a true story