Well, what o you want?" I said. "I am the type of guy who couldn't survive without disfigurement. Life has worked me over. It wasn't just the war, either.... I got a bad wound, you know. But the shots of life..." I gave myself a bang on the breast. "Right here! You know what I mean, King?

The shrill witch-hunter voices of the showbiz correspondents would bring up every last bit left in your stomach from the night before

Dear winter... Be as much cold as you want to.. But please don't put this coldness between my near and dear ones

Written By Nicholas II of Russia

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