Story of a Life: In that dawnHarvill P., 1967 |
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Page 96
... Dodya . Dodya was forever hitching up his short khaki - coloured trousers , bursting into squeaky fits of giggles and spraying spit . He was constantly making silly jokes and puns , and could speak of nothing without a sickly leer ...
... Dodya . Dodya was forever hitching up his short khaki - coloured trousers , bursting into squeaky fits of giggles and spraying spit . He was constantly making silly jokes and puns , and could speak of nothing without a sickly leer ...
Page 97
... Dodya : ' Cretin ! Did you have to leave it sticking out like a sore thumb ? ' After some more low - voiced altercation , they piled a bundle on top of the suitcase and an overcoat on top of that . Suddenly , a discontented voice was ...
... Dodya : ' Cretin ! Did you have to leave it sticking out like a sore thumb ? ' After some more low - voiced altercation , they piled a bundle on top of the suitcase and an overcoat on top of that . Suddenly , a discontented voice was ...
Page 102
... Dodya wasn't with them . On the road , among the swirling dust , the fields , the nut - trees rustling in the gulleys , grey - spats was an incongruous sight . After about half a mile he stopped , turned to face the north and Russia ...
... Dodya wasn't with them . On the road , among the swirling dust , the fields , the nut - trees rustling in the gulleys , grey - spats was an incongruous sight . After about half a mile he stopped , turned to face the north and Russia ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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