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The watery frescoes looked pink in its rays . Father Peter put on his stole and ... I
threw open the dry , dusty window , sat down on the windowsill - and there was
the sky in front of me , looking as if washed with clear water . The clouds crowded
...
The watery frescoes looked pink in its rays . Father Peter put on his stole and ... I
threw open the dry , dusty window , sat down on the windowsill - and there was
the sky in front of me , looking as if washed with clear water . The clouds crowded
...
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
crepuscular air .
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
crepuscular air .
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he said and with an air of triumph showed us his colleague , who looked
embarrassed and then suddenly and almost without an accent quoted a Russian
nonsense rhyme about a priest and his dog . We were speechless with
astonishment .
he said and with an air of triumph showed us his colleague , who looked
embarrassed and then suddenly and almost without an accent quoted a Russian
nonsense rhyme about a priest and his dog . We were speechless with
astonishment .
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