The Story of a Life: In that dawn |
From inside the book
Results 1-3 of 29
Page 101
... wind - felled trees , lying among the fields and meadows , always made me think of tough old men in homespun tunics and with wind - swept beards . The singer said after a silence : ' Everyone believes in Russia in his own way and for ...
... wind - felled trees , lying among the fields and meadows , always made me think of tough old men in homespun tunics and with wind - swept beards . The singer said after a silence : ' Everyone believes in Russia in his own way and for ...
Page 171
... wind . He had no fear for his life . And only on this condition , my friend , can man create anything of immortal value . ' By day , Stakover showed us plans and photos of old castles , with their great towers , dungeons , embrasures ...
... wind . He had no fear for his life . And only on this condition , my friend , can man create anything of immortal value . ' By day , Stakover showed us plans and photos of old castles , with their great towers , dungeons , embrasures ...
Page 217
... wind blew from the north - east . The withered grass sheathed in shining , ringing hoar - frost , swung in the wind . Slow , heavy surf licked the rocks , leaving them white with a crust of ice . Salt spray as stiff as whipped - up ...
... wind blew from the north - east . The withered grass sheathed in shining , ringing hoar - frost , swung in the wind . Slow , heavy surf licked the rocks , leaving them white with a crust of ice . Salt spray as stiff as whipped - up ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
17 other sections not shown
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Antoshchenko arms army asked began believe broken bullet burst called Commander course crowd danger dark don't door empty everything eyes face felt fire floor flowers followed front garden gave German girl give Government grey guard hall hand happened head heard journalists keep Kiev knew later leave light listen lived looked Mama Mensheviks mind morning Moscow moved never night notice once past pulled quiet regiment round running Russia seemed seen short shot shouted showed side silence sitting smell smiled smoke soldiers soon sound Soviet station stood stopped street suddenly talk tell things thought told took town train trees trying turned Ukrainian voice waiting walked wall whole wind window woman women woods write yard young