Граф Орлов
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“Excellent dishes, and wine of rare quality! Thank you,” Juvencius generously tips a hundred coins. Leaning back in his chair, he turned his gaze to the window, and his face clouded over. Juvencius irritably ran his hand over his forehead, smoothing out the wrinkles. “What a late hour it is. I won’t be able to get to the palace until morning… Hmm… Could I stay at your place for the night? I just arrived in the capital, and I wouldn’t want to wander around at night.”
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers