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Amid the stillness of the night, in the depths of the ravine, from the direction in which the corpses lay suddenly resounded a kind of inhuman, frightful laughter in which quivered despair, and joy, and cruelty, and suffering, and pain, and sobbing, and derision the heart-rending and spasmodic laughter of the insane or condemned.

Henryk Sienkiewicz

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Henryk Sienkiewicz
Age: 70 †
Born: 1846
Born: May 5
Died: 1916
Died: November 15
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
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Henryk Adam Aleksander Pius Sienkiewicz
Laughter
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Frightful
Joy
Cruelty
Derision
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