ta muallif kitobidan iqtiboslar The Virginian, a Horseman of the Plains
Owen Wister

“I don't mind her any more,” I said; “I'm sorry for her.”

with a voice as gentle as ever, the voice that sounded almost like a caress

Can't do nothing with niggers or Chinese. But you're white, all right.

Yet I liked the company, and wished that it would like me.

Had I been the bride, I should have taken the giant, dust and all.

But no dinginess of travel or shabbiness of attire could tarnish the splendor that radiated from his youth and strength.

Lounging there at ease against the wall was a slim young giant, more beautiful than pictures.

For he now climbed down with the undulations of a tiger, smooth and easy, as if his muscles flowed beneath his skin.

ta muallif kitobidan iqtiboslar The Virginian, a Horseman of the PlainsOwen Wister