"The cell door slammed behind Rubashov."
"As usual, at five o'clock that morning reveille was sounded by the blows of a hammer on a length of rail hanging up near the staff quarters."
"Well, Piotr, not in sight yet?" was the question asked on May the 20th, 1859, by a gentleman of a little over forty, in a dusty coat and checked trousers, who came out without his hat on to the...
"Your Excellencies, Your Lordships, Your Honors, Citizens!"
"Ilya Ilyitch Oblomov was lying in bed one morning in his flat in Gorohovy Street, in one of the big houses that had almost as many inhabitants as a whole country town."
"'My uncle, man of firm convictions...By falling gravely ill, he's wonA due respect for his afflictions--The only clever thing he's done.(James E. Falen translation)"