‘That’s the wife for me!’ he thought; ‘but she is so grand, and lives in a castle, whilst I have only a box with four-and-twenty others. This is no place for her! But I must make her acquaintance.’

There the Tin-soldier lay, and felt a heat that was truly terrible; but whether he was suffering from actual fire, or from the ardour of his passion, he did not know. All his colour had disappeared; whether this had happened on his travels or whether it was the result of trouble,
who can say?

He looked at the little lady, she looked at him, and he felt that he was melting; but he remained steadfast, with his gun at his shoulder

Да, любимая, да
Нет, любимая, нет

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ندى منهج الروسيه مقرر عندكم في الكلية؟
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لا
اللغة الروسية بالنسبة ليا مجرد هواية

تلهية عن قبح الحياة

يحسسك بالحنين للزمن اللي مكنتيش مولودة فيه أصلاً

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