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Page 16
Noisy and mostly illiterate , few survived for more than a week . The wind ruffled
dozens of posters - accusing , denouncing , or calling for restraint . The air was
thick with the smell of printers ' ink and of rye bread . The village smell of bread ...
Noisy and mostly illiterate , few survived for more than a week . The wind ruffled
dozens of posters - accusing , denouncing , or calling for restraint . The air was
thick with the smell of printers ' ink and of rye bread . The village smell of bread ...
Page 42
The room smelled of scorched wool . ... I caught the smell of rotting leaves , like
the faint bouquet of a wine , as though the acrid vegetable smell of last year ' s
thawedout flowers were seeping through the damp , comfortless , longunturned
and ...
The room smelled of scorched wool . ... I caught the smell of rotting leaves , like
the faint bouquet of a wine , as though the acrid vegetable smell of last year ' s
thawedout flowers were seeping through the damp , comfortless , longunturned
and ...
Page 53
He began with an elaborate description of the smell of timbered Turkish houses
in general . They smelled , he said , of the warm dust of rotting wood and of
honey , especially on hot still afternoons when , if you touched the ...
He began with an elaborate description of the smell of timbered Turkish houses
in general . They smelled , he said , of the warm dust of rotting wood and of
honey , especially on hot still afternoons when , if you touched the ...
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Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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Bibliographic information
| 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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