كتاب · War and Peace
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المؤلف: Leo Tolstoy
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They had not met for nearly half a year and, being at the age
when young men take their first steps on life's road, each saw
immense changes in the other, quite a new reflection of the
society in which they had taken those first steps. Both had
changed greatly since they last met and both were in a hurry to
show the changes that had taken place in them.
"Oh, you damned dandies! Clean and fresh as if you'd been to a
fete, not like us sinners of the line," cried Rostov, with
martial swagger and with baritone notes in his voice, new to
Boris, pointing to his own mud-bespattered breeches. The German
landlady, hearing Rostov's loud voice, popped her head in at the
door.
"Eh, is she pretty?" he asked with a wink.
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