автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Vera / or, The Nihilists

Oscar Wilde

but he, scatter-brained featherhead of a boy

jumped at the offer in these hard times

rare plaguey creature for a wench to handle

milk the cows besides

This great White Czar, whose hands are red with the blood of the people he has murdered, whose soul is black with his iniquity, is the cleverest conspirator of us all. Oh, how could Russia bear two hearts like yours and his!