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Page 103
And to look at flocks of birds , stretching in the misty sky above the forest out towards the warm south . And have such sweet yearnings induced by one's own close kinship , one's intimacy with this country of impenetrable forests .
And to look at flocks of birds , stretching in the misty sky above the forest out towards the warm south . And have such sweet yearnings induced by one's own close kinship , one's intimacy with this country of impenetrable forests .
Page 169
The sharp turpentine smell of these forests spread far beyond Perm , beyond Vyatka and Kostroma , reached ancient Moscow , city of the Tsars , and frightened the foreign merchants and seemed to them to smell of bears , terrifying ...
The sharp turpentine smell of these forests spread far beyond Perm , beyond Vyatka and Kostroma , reached ancient Moscow , city of the Tsars , and frightened the foreign merchants and seemed to them to smell of bears , terrifying ...
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I was squatting down by the side of a forest road trying very carefully to unroll the spiral shoot of a young fern . ... a juniper tree also smelt of pine and of grouse feathers too - the wild smell of marshes and impassable forests .
I was squatting down by the side of a forest road trying very carefully to unroll the spiral shoot of a young fern . ... a juniper tree also smelt of pine and of grouse feathers too - the wild smell of marshes and impassable forests .
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Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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