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Page 108
And at the foot of all those downs and hills flowed the river Bystraya Sosna ,
stretching under the railway bridge like a ribbon made wide by the spring waters .
It was a quick - flowing river , a rapid stream of a river , carrying with it the last ...
And at the foot of all those downs and hills flowed the river Bystraya Sosna ,
stretching under the railway bridge like a ribbon made wide by the spring waters .
It was a quick - flowing river , a rapid stream of a river , carrying with it the last ...
Page 127
One late afternoon he and I were sitting on the deserted bank of the river Oka
near the ferryman ' s cottage . Behind us , lush and green , were the steep hills of
the right bank . It was that ancient bank so intimately bound up with Russia ' s ...
One late afternoon he and I were sitting on the deserted bank of the river Oka
near the ferryman ' s cottage . Behind us , lush and green , were the steep hills of
the right bank . It was that ancient bank so intimately bound up with Russia ' s ...
Page 192
The concrete structures of the jetty and of mooring installations in the port were
made red hot by the sun and smelled of dried crabs . A crowded old tram went
from port to town ( the town was situated beyond the river Rioni ) . It was
surprising ...
The concrete structures of the jetty and of mooring installations in the port were
made red hot by the sun and smelled of dried crabs . A crowded old tram went
from port to town ( the town was situated beyond the river Rioni ) . It was
surprising ...
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