Граф Орлов
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-- Well, I wish you a pleasant evening and take my leave.
Marey poured himself another glass of wine, just a little, fearing to get too drunk and lose clarity of thought, and sat down somewhere away from the hustle and bustle. He sprawled in an armchair, crossed his legs, propped his head with his left hand, and continued to hold the glass with his right, thus acquiring a decidedly bohemian look, along with his new suit. And where did this nonchalance come from? Indeed, city life, especially the semi-idle student life, corrupts. Thoughts flowed slowly from one subject to another; the armchair was comfortable, the wine was delicious, and the irritation gradually left him. In essence, the evening was a success.
Returning to his room, Marey unwrapped the Empress's gift.
Marey poured himself another glass of wine, just a little, fearing to get too drunk and lose clarity of thought, and sat down somewhere away from the hustle and bustle. He sprawled in an armchair, crossed his legs, propped his head with his left hand, and continued to hold the glass with his right, thus acquiring a decidedly bohemian look, along with his new suit. And where did this nonchalance come from? Indeed, city life, especially the semi-idle student life, corrupts. Thoughts flowed slowly from one subject to another; the armchair was comfortable, the wine was delicious, and the irritation gradually left him. In essence, the evening was a success.
Returning to his room, Marey unwrapped the Empress's gift.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers