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War and Peace - Tolstoy, Leo, graf ยท 62 words
The night was foggy and through the fog the moonlight gleamed mysteriously. Yes, tomorrow, tomorrow. he thought. Tomorrow everything may be over for me. All these memories will be no more, none of them will have any meaning for me. Tomorrow perhaps, even certainly, I have a presentiment that for the first time I shall have to show all I can do.
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