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Page 69
So great , therefore , was my excitement as we approached Leningrad that I simply went deaf , did not hear the questions addressed to me and , in fact , looked as one possessed . The city appeared like a vision created out of ...
So great , therefore , was my excitement as we approached Leningrad that I simply went deaf , did not hear the questions addressed to me and , in fact , looked as one possessed . The city appeared like a vision created out of ...
Page 114
I looked closely at the photograph and was struck dumb . In the extraordinary clarity of the atmosphere , straight out of the desert's clayey soil with small , dry stones scattered all over it , rose up a sheer black wall two to three ...
I looked closely at the photograph and was struck dumb . In the extraordinary clarity of the atmosphere , straight out of the desert's clayey soil with small , dry stones scattered all over it , rose up a sheer black wall two to three ...
Page 128
... life and her children's sad future remembered how she burst into tears when she looked at my father's bowed back , as he went off to leave her for ever . - ever , is His back looked so helpless that Mother 128 The Restless Years.
... life and her children's sad future remembered how she burst into tears when she looked at my father's bowed back , as he went off to leave her for ever . - ever , is His back looked so helpless that Mother 128 The Restless Years.
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Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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