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44266	Tolstoy, Leo, graf	Katia			.txt	text/plain	40941	2346	82	"Thank Heaven!" said Macha to me one day, when I was wandering like a "Come, Katia, no ceremony in the country," said he, smiling, and looking "How I love your Pokrovski," said Sergius Mikaïlovitch, interrupting the "Come, now, tell me the truth, 'hand on heart,'" he went on, turning to bind your life to a man already old, who has had his day, and wants in every look and motion, I felt love, and no longer had any doubts. "Play something, Katia, I have not heard you for a long time," he said, I love thee!" His look said it, and I went to sleep, happy in the thought that the next day would be impulsively, as in the old days, that I loved him, of asking him to read "A happy thought, to play the old sonata!" he said. "It is all over with our old love!" said the voice in my	./cache/44266.txt	./txt/44266.txt