Книга · War and Peace
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Автор: Leo Tolstoy
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"That would be a fine thing!" said she. "I never wanted anything
and I don't now."
She pushed the little dog off her lap and smoothed her dress.
"And this is gratitude-this is recognition for those who have
sacrificed everything for his sake!" she cried. "It's splendid!
Fine! I don't want anything, Prince."
"Yes, but you are not the only one. There are your sisters..."
replied Prince Vasili.
But the princess did not listen to him.
"Yes, I knew it long ago but had forgotten. I knew that I could
expect nothing but meanness, deceit, envy, intrigue, and
ingratitude-the blackest ingratitude-in this house..."
"Do you or do you not know where that will is?" insisted Prince
Vasili, his cheeks twitching more than ever.
"Yes, I was a fool! I still believed in people, loved them, and
sacrificed myself. But only the base, the vile succeed! I know
who has been intriguing!"
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