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I've thought all my life, 'Lord Christ in heaven! what did I live for?' Beatings, work! I saw nothing except my husband. I knew nothing but fear! And how Pasha grew I did not see, and I hardly know whether I loved him when my husband was alive. All my concerns, all my thoughts were centered upon one thing--to feed my beast, to propitiate the master of my life with enough food, pleasing to his palate, and served on time, so as not to incur h..
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y lhy ...lqd t'mlt Hyty, w ts'lt... lmdh `sht? `sht llDrb... w l`ml... w knt l r~ Hd sw~ zwjy; w l `rf shyy' sw~ lkhwf. w Ht~ nny l dry kyf nsh' bwl. hl Hbbth `ndm kn zwjy Hy? l dry. lqd kn hmy klh, w fkry klh tdwr Hwl mr wHd hw n T`m dhlk lwHsh lDry, lysh`r blktf w lshb`, w n D` nfsy fy khdmth fy lwqt lmnsb, kyl ystshyT GDb, w yshb`ny Drb; w `l~ lql lky ywfrny mn lDrbhdhh lmr@. w l dhkr nh f`l dhlk bd., lqd kn yDrbny bDrw@, Ht~ l'Hsb nh kn..
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the number of books increased on the shelves neatly made for him by one of his carpenter friends. The room began to look like a home.
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When they tear a workingman's hand in a machine or kill him, you can understand-- the workingman himself is at fault. But in a case like this, when they suck a man's blood out of him and throw him away like a carcass --that can't be explained in any way. I can comprehend every murder; but torturing for mere sport I can't comprehend. And why do they torture the people? To what purpose do they torture us all? For fun, for mere amusement, so t..
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