She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters. — Leo Tolstoy
She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters. — Leo Tolstoy
She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters. — Leo Tolstoy
She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters. — Leo Tolstoy
She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters. — Leo Tolstoy
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She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.

— Leo Tolstoy
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