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It showed you when you first arrived its Nevski, its ordered squares, its official buildings as though it would say: "I suppose you will take the same view as the rest. If you don't wish to look any deeper here you are. I'm not going to help you." As the war developed it lost whatever gaiety and humour it had.
Even a count who lives in the Nevski Prospect or in Naberezhnaia Street might have a similar experience, though he might APPEAR to be different, owing to the fact that his life is cast on a higher plane.
"There has been a big reward offered, of course, and he'll appear in due time to claim it." "He'll not," began Betty Dalrymple indignantly, and stopped. She had been obliged to explain in some way Mr. Heatherbloom's presence, and the subterfuge he had himself employed toward her on the Nevski had been the only one that occurred to her.
He stood, with the Nevski behind him, calm and grave, and even it seemed a little amused, watching me as I crossed. I said to Bohun, "Did you ever see that fellow before?" Bohun turned and looked. "No," he said. "Don't you remember? The man that first day in the Kazan?" "They're all alike," Bohun said. "One can't tell...." "Oh, come on," said the merchant. "Let's get to the Astoria."
"No; we ain't never seen dat craft yere. Dis port's more for lumber and " Mr. Heatherbloom looked down. "I saw an item in the paper" he strove to speak unconcernedly "a Marconigram that a certain Russian prince's private yacht the Nevski had damaged her propeller, or some other part of her gear, and was being towed into this harbor for emergency repairs." "Oh, yes, boss!" said the man.
"Ah!" said Rapley. "Indeed, as everybody knows, the whole relationship of the Ballplatz with the Nevski Prospekt has emanated from the Wilhelmstrasse." This was a thing which personally I had not known. But I said nothing. Neither did the other men. They continued smoking, looking as innocent as they could. "Don't misunderstand me," said the Authority, "when I speak of the Nevski Prospekt.
I, who had never kissed it in her lifetime, did not dare to kiss it now, and even avoided looking at Catherine's face, which would have left too bad an impression on my memory. After his mother's death, Paul at once had his father Peter disinterred; he had been buried for thirty-five years in the convent of Alexander Nevski.
Before midnight the Tsar was miles away at his Palace Tsarskoe-Selo; and there was a new cry heard in St. Petersburg, a cry unfamiliar to Russian ears, "Down with the Tsar!" Those blood-stains in Nevski Prospect will be long in effacing!
The town was veiled in thin mist, figures appearing and disappearing, tram-bells ringing, and those strange wild cries in the Russian tongue that seem at one's first hearing so romantic and startling, rising sharply and yet lazily into the air. He plunged along and found himself in the Nevski Prospect he could not mistake its breadth and assurance, dull though it seemed in the mud and rain.
She never misses an opportunity to show her sympathy with the people. Oh! yes order the wreath to-morrow from Solovioff in the Nevski a fine large one." Then laughing, he added: "The people, when they see it, will never suspect that Alexandra Feodorovna knew of the pending disaster eight days ago. But," he added suddenly, after a pause, "is it not time, Féodor, that I saw another vision?"
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