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Page 82
I shall write separately about these places , imbued with the smell of the cirrus plant and of ancient history . I was excited even by the wreath of names connected with that liman , all these Kin- burns , Olvins , Ochakovs , Tendras ...
I shall write separately about these places , imbued with the smell of the cirrus plant and of ancient history . I was excited even by the wreath of names connected with that liman , all these Kin- burns , Olvins , Ochakovs , Tendras ...
Page 89
flats , impregnated with the smell of onions , dry pepper and some- thing pungent and sour . This sour smell had no name . It ap- peared by a process of autogenesis , as Bagritsky put it , in the atmosphere of pathetic artisan workshops ...
flats , impregnated with the smell of onions , dry pepper and some- thing pungent and sour . This sour smell had no name . It ap- peared by a process of autogenesis , as Bagritsky put it , in the atmosphere of pathetic artisan workshops ...
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As soon as I sat down at my desk , took up my pen and wrote a few words about Karelia I would immediately be assailed by the smell of pine and juniper . It would percolate into the room from somewhere , though there were no pines or ...
As soon as I sat down at my desk , took up my pen and wrote a few words about Karelia I would immediately be assailed by the smell of pine and juniper . It would percolate into the room from somewhere , though there were no pines or ...
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Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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