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Page 17
smile , like a tiny tear from her blind eyes , suspended in her lashes , so tiny that
nobody would ever see it . I remained alone . Everyone had died . My mother
who had given me life - a life not vain or useless – was lying here beneath the
Kiev ...
smile , like a tiny tear from her blind eyes , suspended in her lashes , so tiny that
nobody would ever see it . I remained alone . Everyone had died . My mother
who had given me life - a life not vain or useless – was lying here beneath the
Kiev ...
Page 106
At the edge of a crunchy strip of snow , where tiny rivulets of thawing snow were
just beginning to trickle , I noticed the first snowdrop . Its white , diaphanous
petals , crumpled after their winter sleep , were straightening themselves out in
the ...
At the edge of a crunchy strip of snow , where tiny rivulets of thawing snow were
just beginning to trickle , I noticed the first snowdrop . Its white , diaphanous
petals , crumpled after their winter sleep , were straightening themselves out in
the ...
Page 180
Just in order to breathe in the tiny bit of cold air tightly sealed within it . There was
a smell of pine all around me . Last year ' s dried - up berries which I had picked
off a juniper tree also smelt of pine and of grouse feathers too - the wild smell of ...
Just in order to breathe in the tiny bit of cold air tightly sealed within it . There was
a smell of pine all around me . Last year ' s dried - up berries which I had picked
off a juniper tree also smelt of pine and of grouse feathers too - the wild smell of ...
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