Gott! what a wonderful night! No wonder these Russians are romantic.

What a night for a pipe and a long chair! This horse of mine is tired.

He shakes me most abominably." "Like to change ?" enquired Paul curtly.
"No; it would make no difference.

You are as heavy as I, although I am wider! Ah! there are the lights of Tver." Ahead of them a few lights twinkled feebly, sometimes visible and then hidden again as they rode over the rolling hillocks.

One plain ever suggests another, but the resemblance between the steppes of Tver and the great Sahara is at times startling.