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Page 84
I climbed the granite steps to the front doors , as massive as the bronze doors of a mediæval cathedral , and listened . Not a sound came from within . ... Someone seized my arm , pulled me inside and the door slammed .
I climbed the granite steps to the front doors , as massive as the bronze doors of a mediæval cathedral , and listened . Not a sound came from within . ... Someone seized my arm , pulled me inside and the door slammed .
Page 86
The footsteps stopped outside my door . Someone gave a wrench at the handle , but the door held . ' Locked themselves in , the skunks , ' a becolded voice said thoughtfully . The door shook . I kept quiet . What could I do ?
The footsteps stopped outside my door . Someone gave a wrench at the handle , but the door held . ' Locked themselves in , the skunks , ' a becolded voice said thoughtfully . The door shook . I kept quiet . What could I do ?
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Yasha woke me by opening the door very carefully but with a loud squeak . I opened my eyes , glanced at the bedside table , and felt the hair rise on my head — the thermometer was very slowly rolling towards the edge of the table .
Yasha woke me by opening the door very carefully but with a loud squeak . I opened my eyes , glanced at the bedside table , and felt the hair rise on my head — the thermometer was very slowly rolling towards the edge of the table .
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Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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| Title | Story of a Life: In that dawn Volume 3 of Story of a Life, Konstantin Paustovsky |
| Author | Konstantin Paustovsky |
| Translated by | Manya Harari |
| Publisher | Harvill Press, 1967 |
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