Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !

Updated: July 26, 2025


After completing his course at the university, Vladimir Semyonitch had had a paragraph of theatrical criticism accepted by a newspaper. From this paragraph he passed on to reviewing, and a year later he had advanced to writing a weekly article on literary matters for the same paper.

Pyotr Semyonitch forced it upon me. 'Take it, he said, 'take it. If you don't take it, he said, 'it means that you don't trust us and fight shy of us. You take it, he said, 'and build your father a mill. So I took it." "Well, you see, none but children or sheep can reason like that. In any case, signor, you need not be anxious.

Go away, mate, while you're asked to civilly, go away, or I'll chuck you out by the scruff of your neck." "A-ha, that's like you! And you say-you don't know Mishka! But I say, why are you so cross, Semyonitch?" "I tell you, Grishka, don't give me any of your jaw. Go -o!" The official began to get angry and, looking from side to side, tried to pull his hand away from Chelkash's firm grip.

He reproached me for not having been to see them the previous day; 'Paramon Semyonitch, said he, 'expected you, though he did declare that you would be sure not to come. And Musotchka, too, expected you. 'What? Musa Pavlovna too? I queried. 'She too. She's a charming girl we have got with us, isn't she? What do you say? 'Very charming, I assented.

"We have had a terrible loss," she said. "My husband, you know, is dead. We are alone in the world now, and have no one but ourselves to look to. Yegor Semyonitch is alive, but I have no good news to tell of him. They would not have him in the monastery on account of of intoxicating beverages. And now in his disappointment he drinks more than ever.

On the table near the writing hand there lay open a freshly-cut volume of a thick magazine, containing a story of peasant life, signed with two initials. Vladimir Semyonitch was enthusiastic; he thought the author was admirable in his handling of the subject, suggested Turgenev in his descriptions of nature, was truthful, and had an excellent knowledge of the life of the peasantry.

"You see, my dear, imagine that thieves or brigands attack you, and you, instead of . . ." "No, give me a logical definition. "A logical definition? Um! Well." Vladimir Semyonitch pondered. "Non-resistance to evil means an attitude of non-interference with regard to all that in the sphere of mortality is called evil." Saying this, Vladimir Semyonitch bent over the table and took up a novel.

Akim went into the sacristan's hut. "Here, sit on the bench," said Yefrem. "Run away, you little rascals," he cried to three other children who suddenly came out of different corners of the room together with two lean cats covered with wood ashes. "Get along! Sh-sh! Come this way, Akim Semyonitch, this way!" he went on, making his guest sit down, "and won't you take something?"

Owing to the fact that the summer was very hot and dry, it was necessary to water every tree, and a great deal of time and labour was spent on doing it. Numbers of caterpillars made their appearance, which, to Kovrin's disgust, the labourers and even Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya squashed with their fingers.

I don't want to stay here, just because I don't want them to point the finger at me do you understand? I am going to pray for my sins, Arefyevna, that's what I am going to do." "What sins have you, Semyonitch?" Avdotya pronounced timidly. "Of them I know best myself, wife." "But are you leaving me all alone, Semyonitch? How can I live without a husband?" "Leaving you alone?

Word Of The Day

aucud

Others Looking