Не Атлас крепи света на плещите си, а жената и понякога тя си играе с него като с топка.

“Tell me,' asked Stas, 'what is a wicked deed?' 'If anyone takes away Kali's cow…”

“What dreadful misfortune awaited them among the savage hordes intoxicated with …”

“In the meantime the groans changed into the protracted, thunderous roar by whic…”

“They were like two poor little leaves in a storm which bore death and annihilat…”