Book: The Count Of Monte Cristo. Page 4

For me death? A little more peace, a little more silence. No, I'm not sorry life, I regret the collapse of my plans, trevlig so slowly, so carefully vozdvijenskaya.

Maybe my shame is still more honor than your tinsel!

Let them sleep, if they sleep, let them wither from lack of sleep, if their conscience is tormented, and themselves, for God's sake, get some sleep, you have the benefit of a clear conscience.

And I like to be well-attended, friendly face is not so ugly.

When I say it, when you see that I say this with despair and tears in your heart, who replied: "you are wrong"! Who do I need to stop being most unfortunate?

Beware, I repeat for the third time! Your power over me scares me; beware of the meaning of your words, my eyes come alive, and the heart rises again; beware, for I am willing to believe in the supernatural!

Don't be afraid, I'll supraco his grief in the deep of my heart, I'll make it so far, so secret that you don't even have him to commiserate.

Debra blushed because his wallet was lying a million; and, as neither was a stranger to poetry, his sober mind, he could not help thinking that in the same house until recently, there were two women, one of whom, justly dishonored, had left the poverty-stricken, carrying under his cloak a million and a half, while the other, unjustly humiliated, but majestic in their misfortune, with a measly pennies, I felt rich.

This story, as it will be present, will destroy us, because in our society the laughter gets scary, incurable wounds.

Well, we should not exaggerate, ' said Monte Cristo, - wanting to avoid errors, it is possible to make nonsense.

Here the situation: if you want to find the culprit, look for someone committed a crime can benefit.

But God gave man a mind that vozmestyt the imperfection of the senses.

View, said the Abbot, - on a ray of sunlight, penetrating my window, and on these lines, I have drawn on the wall. Along these lines, I define time rather than if I have a watch because a watch can deteriorate, and the sun and the earth always work properly.

Now, he probably will not be one; and maybe, will manage to escape. Even if he stays in jail, he will still be friend; split prison - it is only half a prison. Complaints, spoken together, almost prayers, vosyliene together, almost grace.