Граф Орлов
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"Of the contemptible vegetable's hate, a sonnet now I must compose..." — thought Ambrosius, but despite his hatred of pumpkins and his grievance over his horse being beaten once again, he gallantly helped his opponent to her feet.
— What a desperate spirit lies hidden in such a fragile frame! Behind that comely face, a most dangerous talent.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers