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Page 70
Perhaps because of the smell of the lime trees and the fact that the air was always in contact with the resin in the pinewood paving blocks . There the lime trees seemed darker than anywhere else in the world , particularly those in the ...
Perhaps because of the smell of the lime trees and the fact that the air was always in contact with the resin in the pinewood paving blocks . There the lime trees seemed darker than anywhere else in the world , particularly those in the ...
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Somewhere on the southern outskirts of Mangyshlak , I found a spot marked : ' Several withered trees . ' I noted it down for one of my halts . Probably they were old mulberries or prickly saksaul trees – trees capable of causing bruises ...
Somewhere on the southern outskirts of Mangyshlak , I found a spot marked : ' Several withered trees . ' I noted it down for one of my halts . Probably they were old mulberries or prickly saksaul trees – trees capable of causing bruises ...
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I was lying in bed under an open window , and through it came a strong smell of lime trees in full bloom in the garden . It was only in hospital that I learned from old Professor Kireyev that typhus is a disease of the blood .
I was lying in bed under an open window , and through it came a strong smell of lime trees in full bloom in the garden . It was only in hospital that I learned from old Professor Kireyev that typhus is a disease of the blood .
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Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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