A chestnut-haired child
Cheering up, went
and stood in his stall.
And took the whole incident
like a young colt -
and to live seemed worthwhile,
and to labor,
worthy.

“Gentle souls!You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the dr…”

“Словото е пълководец на човешката сила.”

“أقسم ألا أتحدث بعد الان باللسان المشين للتعقل والحصافة ...الان يمكن للمرء أن ين…”

“Мария,видишь -я уже начал сутулиться.”