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Page 24
I went back to my room and looked through the window from the shelter of the
wall . Black clouds had blotted out the moon . The buildings , their windows dark ,
barely showed against the dark sky . Gunfire flashed without a break and bullets
...
I went back to my room and looked through the window from the shelter of the
wall . Black clouds had blotted out the moon . The buildings , their windows dark ,
barely showed against the dark sky . Gunfire flashed without a break and bullets
...
Page 86
I realised that the flame of my match , seen through the window , had served as a
signal to Red Army men who had quietly surrounded the house . Most of the
shots were aimed at the room in which I sat on the floor . Bullets hit the chandelier
.
I realised that the flame of my match , seen through the window , had served as a
signal to Red Army men who had quietly surrounded the house . Most of the
shots were aimed at the room in which I sat on the floor . Bullets hit the chandelier
.
Page 195
We found a wooden board with a prehistoric timetable of arrivals and departures ,
and moved it to the window , so that we could look out from behind it . Like this ,
no one would notice us . In case of danger we could slip out to the kitchen ...
We found a wooden board with a prehistoric timetable of arrivals and departures ,
and moved it to the window , so that we could look out from behind it . Like this ,
no one would notice us . In case of danger we could slip out to the kitchen ...
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Contents
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
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