“Five gold rubles…” The wind was cruel and the sword was like ice in his hands. Ivan shivered under the long, thick coat and broke into a limping run.
“Five gold rubles…” The wind was cruel and the sword was like ice in his hands. Ivan shivered under the long, thick coat and broke into a limping run.
“5个金卢布……”风凄厉地刮着，他手中的剑冰冷刺骨。伊万裹在那件又长又厚的大衣里浑身直发抖，不由得一瘸一拐地跑了起来。