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Page 102
A black sheet , indicating mourning , was stretched across the Avenue . The
words ' The body of a great national poet is lying here at rest were written on the
sheet in white letters . The day was dark , with low motionless clouds , sullenly
silent .
A black sheet , indicating mourning , was stretched across the Avenue . The
words ' The body of a great national poet is lying here at rest were written on the
sheet in white letters . The day was dark , with low motionless clouds , sullenly
silent .
Page 169
There , into the dark stretched out ancient Biarmia – country of gloom and raw
wealth - mineral and coniferous - of hard men who battled against nature , of bold
and dissolute couriers of the Tsar , of seekers of gold who rolled out carpets in ...
There , into the dark stretched out ancient Biarmia – country of gloom and raw
wealth - mineral and coniferous - of hard men who battled against nature , of bold
and dissolute couriers of the Tsar , of seekers of gold who rolled out carpets in ...
Page 205
The water flows out of geological strata , ancient and dark - as dark as their age -
out of Jurassic clays and Devonian sandstone . One fact in connection with the
Vertushinka seems especially attractive , but somehow difficult to grasp . We
have ...
The water flows out of geological strata , ancient and dark - as dark as their age -
out of Jurassic clays and Devonian sandstone . One fact in connection with the
Vertushinka seems especially attractive , but somehow difficult to grasp . We
have ...
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