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It seemed to me sometimes that the chestnut - trees were the only thing on earth which had been left untouched . Their branches swayed over the pavements , casting a deep shadow . And as gently and discreetly as ever , the tall candles ...
It seemed to me sometimes that the chestnut - trees were the only thing on earth which had been left untouched . Their branches swayed over the pavements , casting a deep shadow . And as gently and discreetly as ever , the tall candles ...
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We walked along Institute Street under these same chestnut trees . Her dress seemed to me too festive even for that festive night , and she was all beauty and joy . I remembered everything about that night - Olga shivering as we said ...
We walked along Institute Street under these same chestnut trees . Her dress seemed to me too festive even for that festive night , and she was all beauty and joy . I remembered everything about that night - Olga shivering as we said ...
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Small grey drops shone on the long - withered grass and the branches of the acacia trees . Ever since , fog has been linked for me with solitude , quiet and concentration . It reduced the visible world to a small , enclosed circle in ...
Small grey drops shone on the long - withered grass and the branches of the acacia trees . Ever since , fog has been linked for me with solitude , quiet and concentration . It reduced the visible world to a small , enclosed circle in ...
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Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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