Story of a Life, Volume 5Harvill P., 1965 |
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Page 82
... rain and the hooting of ships . Batum's winter rains sang in parts rather than unison . The harder it rained the higher was the note which rang in the drain pipes . The ships ' hooters , on the other hand , sang in unison and had ...
... rain and the hooting of ships . Batum's winter rains sang in parts rather than unison . The harder it rained the higher was the note which rang in the drain pipes . The ships ' hooters , on the other hand , sang in unison and had ...
Page 86
... rain was warm and where the sky was covered with such dense clouds ( it was October by then ) that dusk reigned all day long over the face of the earth . Somewhere within that dusk , slowly and solemnly , the Black Sea rolled its waves ...
... rain was warm and where the sky was covered with such dense clouds ( it was October by then ) that dusk reigned all day long over the face of the earth . Somewhere within that dusk , slowly and solemnly , the Black Sea rolled its waves ...
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... rain was falling perhaps at that very moment in neglected town parks , genuine , quiet rain with no one to prevent it from hammering on the leaves , damping the soft earth on the flower beds with their petunias , and running down in ...
... rain was falling perhaps at that very moment in neglected town parks , genuine , quiet rain with no one to prevent it from hammering on the leaves , damping the soft earth on the flower beds with their petunias , and running down in ...
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My Thanks to a Reader | 9 |
The Tobacco Republic | 13 |
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