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Page 42
Slapping his face was dangerous because he never took his pipe out of his
mouth and, every time he was hit, it shot over our heads, spinning like a
Catherine-wheel and showering us with burning tobacco. The room smelled of
scorched wool.
Slapping his face was dangerous because he never took his pipe out of his
mouth and, every time he was hit, it shot over our heads, spinning like a
Catherine-wheel and showering us with burning tobacco. The room smelled of
scorched wool.
Page 53
I remember Rozovsky telling us about the old timbered Turkish house he stayed
at in Brussa. He began with an elaborate description of the smell of timbered
Turkish houses in general. They smelled, he said, of the warm dust of rotting
wood ...
I remember Rozovsky telling us about the old timbered Turkish house he stayed
at in Brussa. He began with an elaborate description of the smell of timbered
Turkish houses in general. They smelled, he said, of the warm dust of rotting
wood ...
Page 202
I loved the smell of the fog — a faint smell of coal and steam. It was the smell of
railway stations, ports, decks, of travelling, of long sea and land routes, of distant
pink islands floating past in the violet-blue light of the Aegean, the wind faintly ...
I loved the smell of the fog — a faint smell of coal and steam. It was the smell of
railway stations, ports, decks, of travelling, of long sea and land routes, of distant
pink islands floating past in the violet-blue light of the Aegean, the wind faintly ...
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Cafe | 36 |
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| Title | The Story of a Life: In that dawn Volume 3 of The Story of a Life, Konstantin Paustovsky |
| Author | Konstantin Paustovsky |
| Publisher | Pantheon Books, 1967 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 18 Apr 2008 |
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