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, , , : The Hardys were rather late (S. Maugham) : was engaged to be married to a Miss Hubbard (S. Maugham). - : . , -, , : Have you a Rosetti? I asked (S. Maugham). .
: I do not claim to be a Caruso , . : I do not claim to be Caruso , . . , , . . : A century ago there may have been no Leibnitz, but there was a Gauss, a Faraday and a Darwin. . - . , , . , , , , : was not a Bagster. . , , , : I will never marry a Malone or a Sykes and no one else will ever marry me. , , , , .
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, , : Know my partner? Old Robinson. Yes, the Robinson. Don't you know? The notorious Robinson. (J. Conrad. Lord Jim).
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I will o'erktake thee, Cleopatra,
And weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length is torture: since the torch is out...
(W. Shakespeare. Antony and Cleopatra)
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. , , . , : Under the low sky the grass shone with a brilliant, an almost artificial sheen (C.P. Snow). , , . , .. . , .. , , : It began to rain slowly and heavily and drenchingly... and her thoughts went down the lane toward the field, the hedge, the trees oak, beech, elm (Gr. Greene). : , 1.
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There head falls forward, fatigued at evening,
And dreams of home,
Waving from window, spread of welcome,
Kissing of wife under single sheet;
But waking sees
Bird-flocks nameless to him, through doorway voices
Of new men making another love.
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