De Reszké
Where the Riviera rises over the blue Mediterranean, Death stole into one of the white villas which shine on the shore of the bay at Nice. He laid his cold hand upon the heart of an old man, wearied by 75 years of life; and, faint from the assaults of influenza, the heart ceased beating.
When the 19th Century had run but half its course, Jan Meczislaw, son of a Polish aristocrat, was born in Warsaw. A few years later, a boy soprano sang in the Cathedral choir. A few years more, and a...
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