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II The Woodsman For a long time I watched Prishvin from afar , afraid of meeting him , or coming face to face with the man I thought of as a sorcerer and a sage . He seemed to exude the smell of thawing water in a wood of angelica's ...
II The Woodsman For a long time I watched Prishvin from afar , afraid of meeting him , or coming face to face with the man I thought of as a sorcerer and a sage . He seemed to exude the smell of thawing water in a wood of angelica's ...
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Neither the one nor the other could , I thought , be considered as animals in the full sense of the word - they were , in my estimation , far too weak for it . I saw the edge of the grey ocean , Kildin Island and a leaden sky ironed out ...
Neither the one nor the other could , I thought , be considered as animals in the full sense of the word - they were , in my estimation , far too weak for it . I saw the edge of the grey ocean , Kildin Island and a leaden sky ironed out ...
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Thoughts , too , crept on slowly stretching out like a piece of elastic and incessantly repeating themselves . Not thoughts even , but one single thought or rather the recollection of the night when I knelt in front of the open window .
Thoughts , too , crept on slowly stretching out like a piece of elastic and incessantly repeating themselves . Not thoughts even , but one single thought or rather the recollection of the night when I knelt in front of the open window .
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Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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