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The fact is that between the classes there is a vast gulf that precludes all mutual understanding, and makes simultaneous efforts simply impossible.
Henryk Sienkiewicz
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Henryk Sienkiewicz
Age: 70 †
Born: 1846
Born: May 5
Died: 1916
Died: November 15
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Henryk Adam Aleksander Pius Sienkiewicz
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