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Page 58
The forest crackled under the frost , like smoul- dering logs , and the snow flakes like so many flat sequins or , even , fish scales , fell occasionally from the tops of trees . Every snow - laden tree stood guard over this quiet ...
The forest crackled under the frost , like smoul- dering logs , and the snow flakes like so many flat sequins or , even , fish scales , fell occasionally from the tops of trees . Every snow - laden tree stood guard over this quiet ...
Page 78
Then in that sizzling butter Bagritsky drowned chunks of fish rolled in flour and solemnly declaimed , indeed almost sang in an oily , artificial voice , some quite un- known verses . Oh perches cooked so splendidly in butter !
Then in that sizzling butter Bagritsky drowned chunks of fish rolled in flour and solemnly declaimed , indeed almost sang in an oily , artificial voice , some quite un- known verses . Oh perches cooked so splendidly in butter !
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Occasionally I went out to fish in the neighbouring stream Ruza . The poet would follow me , but instead of fishing would sit next to me and read aloud his own and other people's poetry . Several times I hinted that fish were afraid of ...
Occasionally I went out to fish in the neighbouring stream Ruza . The poet would follow me , but instead of fishing would sit next to me and read aloud his own and other people's poetry . Several times I hinted that fish were afraid of ...
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Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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