Sergei Matveyev

Now, how did he know that? he asked himself as he went down the stairs.

with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of his tushes 3

“Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!”

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Тот, кто не прилагает ни малейших усилий, не смеет завидовать таланту. Неумехи даже не представляют, сколько времени и сил тратят умехи, чтобы добиться цели.

year to live upon; who yet swear they can hardly manage to make both ends meet. I mean really poor – downright, cruelly, hideously poor, with a poverty that is graceless, sordid and miserable

Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken well and spread my tidings Of the golden future time!

“My daughter span five, five skeins today.

ever-increasing pressure will become at last

“Will she last out the night 1 , I wonder?”