The young Muscovite, or, The Poles in Russia, Volume 1Harper, 1834 - Russia |
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Anastasia answered Youry appeared Archip art thou asked Ataman Batushka bench Boyard Kroutchina Boyarishnia bread and salt brother canst continued Kirsha Cossack court-yard cried Czar dear Diak didst thou Dimitry dost thou dress drink endeavoured enemy exclaimed Alexis eyes false Dimitry father fellow Gregoriowna guests hand head hear heard heart Heaven Hetman honour horse inquired interrupted isba Istoma King of Poland Kopichinsky Koudimitch Lesouta Lissowsky look Lord loud master merchant Milolasky Mitia Moscow Muscovites never Nijni Novogorod observed old woman Omliash Opaleff Pan Goncewsky Pan Tishkewich Patriarch Hermogen peasant Polander Poles Polish rejoined replied Kirsha returned Kirsha Russian Schalonsky servant Sigismond silent Steward stop stranger Strelitz tell thee Tetka thing thou art thou hast thou think thou wilt thyself Timofey Fedorich Tourenin traveller turning village Vlaciowna voice wersts whispered wish Wolga words young Boyard Youry Demetrich Zamiatna Zaporojetz Zemsky
Popular passages
Page 11 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 175 - That with reiterated crimes he might Heap on himself damnation, while he sought Evil to others...
Page 191 - A pillar of state : deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care : And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look I Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Page 128 - He that passeth by, and meddleth with strife belonging not to him, is like one that taketh a dog by the ears.
Page 125 - Surely the churning of milk bringeth forth butter, and the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood: so the forcing of wrath bringeth forth strife.
Page 198 - I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse — borne away with every breath ! Misplaced upon the throne — misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be — let it end.