О. Н. Прокофьева

refused to be interested. He would steal down the back stairs and return to the

"Друзья всегда забывают тех, кто несчастен"

Not to swear is as easy as to swear, if you make a custom of it. A

It was impossible to take a walk that day

There were three of us in the smoke-room of the ship – me, my very good friend, and, in the opposite corner, a shy man, the editor, as we knew out later, of a New York Sunday paper.