What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it? - O. Henry

Ransie was a narrow six feet of sallow brown skin and yellow hair. The imperturbability of the mountains hung upon him like a suit of armor. The woman was calicoed, angled, snuff-brushed, and weary with unknown desires. Through it all gleamed a faint protest of cheated youth unconscious of its loss.

The boys have all laid in enough footwear to last 'em ten years; and there's nothing doing in the shoe store but dolcy far nienty.

Глупаци има всякакви, но моля не ставайте, докато
не бъдете повикани поименно