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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel
THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST
By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF
Continuing from the previous chapters..
Three minutes after the quarrelsome thoughts of monsieur spouse Adam, his tendril wife-Adelaide or rather the elder sister of the little Simon as she was called in the fashionable world-began at her usual hour, that should be, at ten o'clock in the night, not in occupying the arm chair adjacent to that of her monsieur spouse, say elderly husband, but using the leather-covered one in her way of perching and sang.
The Memoirs of a Late Afternoon
We’d all be there, after a work-day; the general secretary of the viceroy with the magnate next to him sprightly,
With its ancient "Judaism" inherited from Athens, entrenched contemptuously, official state rabbis, oh, very slightly;
They might be going down the slippery street of hot ice, towards the beggar: therein sinking jollily err the tobacco-coloured sun, yes sun,
Where should he sit, he-that hatred’s body, always with no respect to his folk except greeting foreign faces alone!
She turned over her anti stout, and yet well-cared-for a lady on the springy arm chair, as though she would sink into a long sleep; she vigorously embraced the Book of Quatrains-By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF-on the other side and buried her face in it; but all at once she jumped up, sat up on the chair, and opened his teary eyes weeping for the fate of Ukrainian families fleeing war area.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Can we have this translated from the Hennish? What as an anti stout?