Word: dears
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...tell you, my dear comrades," he said, "that never since I joined the revolution have I been called on to make such a decision. ... On account of the contributions we made during the northern expedition and the war of resistance, the foundation of the republic has been greatly strengthened. The idea of democracy has become a popular sentiment. In these circumstances our party does not need to keep the post and honor of the presidency. . . . We can entrust to a person outside the party the grave responsibility of making the constitution a living thing. Only in this manner shall...
...times a day). But when they discovered that the old gentleman had never seen a movie, they realized that his condition was more serious than they had suspected, and the pub-keeper's daughter rushed Lord Orris off to the nearest movie house. He emerged spellbound, exclaiming: "My dear, it was wonderful! That splendid detective! . . . And those policemen on motorcycles, actually shooting at 60 miles an hour. So clever of them. And the brave man who jumped on to the moving train. . . ." Thenceforth, mad Lord Orris adored everything from Hollywood-except Walt Disney cartoons, which he said fretfully were...
...lovable rogues, all the women quiver with massive bursts of laughter, all the intellectuals are wise, all the drunkards poetic. Natural eccentricity and tolerance leave no place for nasty gossip and nagging. The vicar keeps live bait in the church font and nesting-boxes over the porch ("My dear fellows," says he to his wardens, "can you think of anything less sacrilegious than a pair of spotted flycatchers...
...operating room, dressed in a white nurse's costume. ... She passed all this time praying to God for the success of the operation. The President preserved his serenity. . . . Some minutes after I had begun the operation, he was heard to say: 'What a pity! My poor dear descamisados whom I will not be able to see today...
Hero Laurent was finally overpowered, ejected, whisked home in a car. His wife spent the night putting compresses on his contused head. Next day, when the peacemaking major called the embassy to apologize, Bogomolov, unscathed, was still shaking with laughter. "Wasn't it fun, though?" he guffawed. "That dear old vodka...