A Tale of Two Cities

Когда мужчина, всем сердцем полюбивший женщину, знает, что она никогда не будет ему принадлежать, и остается ей верен, видя ее женой другого, — дети этой женщины как-то инстинктивно тянутся к этому человеку, словно их влечет к нему безотчетное чувство жалости.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

И как жалкий человеческий разум способен расщепить световой луч и постичь тайну его строения, так в слабом мерцанье нашей планеты высший разум читает каждую мысль и поступок, прегрешение и добродетель каждого из земных созданий, отвечающих за свои дела.

С тех давних пор, как в раю царило вечное лето, и до наших дней, когда большую часть года зима сковывает отверженные богом широты, мужчине предопределено судьбой — любить женщину; не избежал этого и Чарльз Дарней.

And still Madame Defarge, pursuing her way along the streets, came nearer and nearer.
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Still Madame Defarge, pursuing her way along the streets, came nearer and nearer.
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Temple Bars was hundreds of miles away. and Madame Defarge was drawing very near indeed.

Tell the Wind and the Fire were to stop; not me!

The whole jury, as a jury of dogs empanelled to try the deer.

Three more birthdays of little Lucie had been woven by the golden thread into the peaceful tissue of the life of her home.

There were soldiers to guard it, but not many; the were officers to guard the soldiers, but no one of them new what his men would do - beyond this: that it would probably not be what he was ordered.

Mr. Cruncher had not particular meaning in these sulky corroborations, but made use of them, as people not unfrequently do, to express general ironical dissatisfaction.

They spoke low, as people watching and waiting mostly do; as people in a dark room, watching and waiting for Lightning, always do.

The sort of interest with which this man was stared and breathed at, was not the sort that elevated humanity.

... was a choice illustration of the precept, that "Whatever is is right"; an aphorism that would be as final as it is lazy , did it not include the troublesome consequence that nothing that ever was, was wrong.

Because he lived so long, locked up, that he would be frightened - rave - tear himself to pieces - die -...- if his door was left open