| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Her face was wrinkled, but rosy, her teeth, not dentures, were brilliant when she smiled, and she was always smiling-- even her eyes were smiling, for she knew, down to her fingernails (also purple) that life was an absurd, joyous joke....When Tolstoy writes about the other characters' glances and conclusions about Countess Rostov, this reminds me: it is such a limbering up to ask, how do my variou
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