Chapter VIII, Tolstoy’s War and Peace.

August 2, 2019 by theexiledexhorter, posted in Educational issues

The friends were silent. Neither cared to begin talking. Pierre continually glanced at Prince Andrew; Prince Andrew rubbed his forehead with his small hand.

Our present leader Donald Trump wishes he too was a prince, his small hands also rub his forehead.

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