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graf Leo Tolstoy A Russian Proprietor, and Other Stories

Albert replied with a smile. "You have creative talent; you ought seriously to devote yourself to music, to play in public."
"I should like to have something to drink," exclaimed Albert, as though suddenly waking up.
Delesof brought him some wine, and the musician greedily drained two glasses.
"What splendid wine!" he exclaimed.
"What a lovely thing that Melancholie is!" said Delesof.
"Oh, yes, yes," replied Albert with a smile. "But pardon me, I do not know with whom I have the honor to be talking; maybe you are a count or a prince. Couldn't you let me have a little money?"
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graf Leo Tolstoy A Russian Proprietor, and Other Stories

This blindness to all that gives happiness, this unconsciousness of poetic enjoyment, I can almost comprehend, or at least I have become wonted to it, since I have almost everywhere met with it in the course of my life; the harsh, unconscious churlishness of the crowd was no novelty to me: whatever those who argue in favor of popular sentiment may say, the throng is a conglomeration of very possibly good people, but of people who touch each other only on their coarse animal sides, and express only the weakness and harshness of human nature.
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graf Leo Tolstoy A Russian Proprietor, and Other Stories

Liza was of medium height, rather plump than lean; her eyes were brown, small, with a soft dark shade on the lower lid; she wore her flaxen hair in a long braid.
In walking she took long steps, and swayed like a duck, as the saying is.
The expression of her face, when she was occupied with her duties, and nothing especially disturbed her, seemed to say to all who looked into it, "Life in this world is good and pleasant to one who has a heart full of love, and a pure conscience."
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