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In the footsteps of both Tacitus and Jane Austen, Tolstoy. This is a passage from his Hadji Murad:
Nicholas frowned. He had done much evil to the Poles. To justify that evil he had to feel certain that all Poles were rascals, and he considered them to be such and hated them in proportion to the evil he had done them.
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