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One always had the impression that the cars wanted to tarry , to stop even , but the engine drove them relentlessly on and did not give them time to regain their breath . The train was approaching . Suddenly it shuddered .
One always had the impression that the cars wanted to tarry , to stop even , but the engine drove them relentlessly on and did not give them time to regain their breath . The train was approaching . Suddenly it shuddered .
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And I blessed that night , in that inconceivable Russian backwater , for the warmth of the girls ' breathing - I kept imagining I could feel its slight breeze on my face - I blessed the night because I felt drowsy and relaxed , because ...
And I blessed that night , in that inconceivable Russian backwater , for the warmth of the girls ' breathing - I kept imagining I could feel its slight breeze on my face - I blessed the night because I felt drowsy and relaxed , because ...
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a for a miracle , for the absolute need of a miracle , for breathing life into him , be it through my own breath , in order to restore to existence a fascinating man , so needed by all , so needed by the nation .
a for a miracle , for the absolute need of a miracle , for breathing life into him , be it through my own breath , in order to restore to existence a fascinating man , so needed by all , so needed by the nation .
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Contents
Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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