С. А. Матвеев

I carried pistols and a dagger, and gained some tranquillity

year to live upon; who yet swear they can hardly manage to make both ends meet. I mean really poor – downright, cruelly, hideously poor, with a poverty that is graceless, sordid and miserable

lifted up the sword with the other

There I was struck on the shoulder 3  by a bullet, which shattered the bone

Well, when they had all eaten, they began playing games with the bones, tossing them one to another. One little leg-bone fell close to the closet door, and the farmer was so afraid that the pixies should come there and find him in their search for the bone, that he put out his hand and picked it up. Then he saw the king stand on the table and say, ‘Gather the bones!’

Plötzlich sah er auf der Wiese seinen Schatten.

Near the further end a passage led to the chemical laboratory

We sailed from Amsterdam. A storm tore up by the roots many trees of enormous bulk and height, in an island where we lay at anchor to take in wood and water

ever-increasing pressure will become at last

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