Kitap · War and Peace
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Yazar: Leo Tolstoy
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The princess wished to rise, but the prince held her by the hand.
She had the air of one who has suddenly lost faith in the whole
human race. She gave her companion an angry glance.
"There is still time, my dear. You must remember, Catiche, that
it was all done casually in a moment of anger, of illness, and
was afterwards forgotten. Our duty, my dear, is to rectify his
mistake, to ease his last moments by not letting him commit this
injustice, and not to let him die feeling that he is rendering
unhappy those who..."
"Who sacrificed everything for him," chimed in the princess, who
would again have risen had not the prince still held her fast,
"though he never could appreciate it. No, mon cousin," she added
with a sigh, "I shall always remember that in this world one must
expect no reward, that in this world there is neither honor nor
justice. In this world one has to be cunning and cruel."
"Now come, come! Be reasonable. I know your excellent heart."
"No, I have a wicked heart."
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