|
||||||||
What a darling this Nikolay of mine is! Natasha was thinking. Ah! Still a light in the drawing-room, she said, pointing to the windows of their house gleaming attractively in the wet, velvety darkness of the night. |
||||||||
|
||||||||
|
||||||||
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details. | ||||||||