Граф Орлов
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-- Marey Mainz, pleased to meet you all, -- these words were as cold as stone, but Marey's eyes scanned the faces of his new classmates with an attentive, probing gaze, as if he wanted to turn each of them inside out to understand what they were like. After finishing his greetings, he turned to the curator.
-- Allow me to refrain from voting. I wouldn't want my vote, based on a first and likely inaccurate impression, to influence the decision on such an important matter.
Marey was left with a very strange impression of the group; he had expected something more... Mundane. Take, for example, the fact that among the noble offspring and the cream of the bourgeoisie, there were a couple of uncouth villagers. The white-haired boy also left an unpleasant impression. Well, at least boredom is not on the cards for him.
-- Allow me to refrain from voting. I wouldn't want my vote, based on a first and likely inaccurate impression, to influence the decision on such an important matter.
Marey was left with a very strange impression of the group; he had expected something more... Mundane. Take, for example, the fact that among the noble offspring and the cream of the bourgeoisie, there were a couple of uncouth villagers. The white-haired boy also left an unpleasant impression. Well, at least boredom is not on the cards for him.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers