in the newspapers I read a biography about an American. He left his whole huge fortune to factories and for the positive sciences, his skeleton to the students at the academy there, and his skin to make a drum so as to have the American national anthem drummed on it day and night.

“Знаете, по-моему, быть смешным даже иногда хорошо, да и лучше: скорее простить …”

“The plague spread and moved on. In the whole world only a few people were able …”

“Вы смеетесь... Вы думаете: я за _тех_ боялся, _их_ адвокат, демократ, равенства…”

“Well, set the monster free...he's begun his hymn, because he finds it all so ea…”