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المؤلف: Leo Tolstoy

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"But I personally value friendly relations with you more
because...."
"Why, why?"
Konstantin could not say that he valued it more because Nikolay
was unhappy, and needed affection. But Nikolay knew that this was
just what he meant to say, and scowling he took up the vodka
again.
"Enough, Nikolay Dmitrievitch!" said Marya Nikolaevna, stretching
out her plump, bare arm towards the decanter.
"Let it be! Don't insist! I'll beat you!" he shouted.
Marya Nikolaevna smiled a sweet and good-humored smile, which was
at once reflected on Nikolay's face, and she took the bottle.
"And do you suppose she understands nothing?" said Nikolay. "She
understands it all better than any of us. Isn't it true there's
something good and sweet in her?"
"Were you never before in Moscow?" Konstantin said to her, for
the sake of saying something.

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