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There was deep silence , then a sound like a thunder - clap . Something screeched past the windows , and immediately the corner of the house opposite collapsed with a slow rumble . Children started crying in my landlord's flat .
There was deep silence , then a sound like a thunder - clap . Something screeched past the windows , and immediately the corner of the house opposite collapsed with a slow rumble . Children started crying in my landlord's flat .
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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 .
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 .
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5 The Zone of 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 .
5 The Zone of 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 .
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Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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