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Page 102
On days like these people light lamps in their houses earlier than usual , and the
light of these lamps looks like the yolk of an egg . Chandeliers were lit in the large
room where Esenin was lying . In their dim light Esenin ' s face appeared ...
On days like these people light lamps in their houses earlier than usual , and the
light of these lamps looks like the yolk of an egg . Chandeliers were lit in the large
room where Esenin was lying . In their dim light Esenin ' s face appeared ...
Page 198
He opened the door at last , but before entering the room he felt for the electric
switch near the door , without crossing the threshold , and put on the light . I saw
a room containing an iron bunk and a chair . There was nothing else in the room
...
He opened the door at last , but before entering the room he felt for the electric
switch near the door , without crossing the threshold , and put on the light . I saw
a room containing an iron bunk and a chair . There was nothing else in the room
...
Page 199
My heart thumped almost audibly , my temples throbbed . I saw fleshy fingers first
of a right hand , then of the left appear slowly at the edge of the trap . The fingers
gripped the edge . Up there in the loft was a man . By the light of the lamp I ...
My heart thumped almost audibly , my temples throbbed . I saw fleshy fingers first
of a right hand , then of the left appear slowly at the edge of the trap . The fingers
gripped the edge . Up there in the loft was a man . By the light of the lamp I ...
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