Book: case
Why are you, destiny, hold me in chains like a common dog? Why round put me sweets yeah food and I was starved so cold? Why under the nose dragged into someone else's pocket money, satiety, wealth? Cursed be you, fate, in thy acts! No justice, no compassion: strong oppresses the weak, fed the hungry eats, the rich robbing the poor.
Quote Explanation: The play was written in 1861
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Here people have the gift I do not take, unceremoniously or mischief what - ever. Here all the good will and even tell you in fairness, in half. You what the business is worth two hundred rubles, well, give a hundred, a hundred take of yourself.
Quote Explanation: The play was written in 1861
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MegaMozg 25-01-2017 / 12:52
The people all beggars, living by theft; any take: he receives from the king a thousand, there are five, but still wants to make.
Quote Explanation: The play was written in 1861
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MegaMozg 25-01-2017 / 12:52
It was on our land, three of the invasion: was ran by the Tartars, found the Frenchman, and now officials oblige; and our land what? and look pitiful: was sick to the bone, rotten to the core! sold in the courts, on drink in pubs, and it lies on a large steppe, unwashed, covered with matting, with a census of the weak.
Quote Explanation: The play was written in 1861
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