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Page 23
The floor was littered with glass from the shattered windows . The splinters shone
by the light of the misty moon drifting high above the sleeping city . There was
deep silence , then a sound like a thunder - clap . Something screeched past the
...
The floor was littered with glass from the shattered windows . The splinters shone
by the light of the misty moon drifting high above the sleeping city . There was
deep silence , then a sound like a thunder - clap . Something screeched past the
...
Page 67
I came into the hall with the fountain and was struck by how silent it was in spite
of being packed . There was not even that faint murmur which comes of many
people whispering . The wall clock ticked away the time . But for me , as I think for
...
I came into the hall with the fountain and was struck by how silent it was in spite
of being packed . There was not even that faint murmur which comes of many
people whispering . The wall clock ticked away the time . But for me , as I think for
...
Page 68
Silence. Occasionally I had a day off . I would go out early in the morning and
walk across the town to Noyevsky Park , or wander about the outskirts , usually
beyond Presnya and Devichy Field . Those were hungry times . We were
rationed to ...
Silence. Occasionally I had a day off . I would go out early in the morning and
walk across the town to Noyevsky Park , or wander about the outskirts , usually
beyond Presnya and Devichy Field . Those were hungry times . We were
rationed to ...
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Contents
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
Copyright | |
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