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The shelter turned out to be an icy cottage , empty as a barn . My room contained nondescript dusty furniture and a shabby polar bear skin stretched out on a broken - down sofa . The dust on the furniture seemed to have turned to stone ...
The shelter turned out to be an icy cottage , empty as a barn . My room contained nondescript dusty furniture and a shabby polar bear skin stretched out on a broken - down sofa . The dust on the furniture seemed to have turned to stone ...
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Disgust with corrupted language grew within me for a long time and turned into a loathing . For many words , neologisms – hundreds of them - I ex- perienced the sort of loathing I felt for hooligans . And not merely because they clashed ...
Disgust with corrupted language grew within me for a long time and turned into a loathing . For many words , neologisms – hundreds of them - I ex- perienced the sort of loathing I felt for hooligans . And not merely because they clashed ...
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Towards midday the sky turned yellow and took on the appearance of a gigantic cloche , painted over with ochre . Town houses have their windows painted this way in the summer sometimes to abate the intolerable glare of the sun .
Towards midday the sky turned yellow and took on the appearance of a gigantic cloche , painted over with ochre . Town houses have their windows painted this way in the summer sometimes to abate the intolerable glare of the sun .
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Contents
Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
Copyright | |
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