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Page 63
Red granite cliffs stuck out in places from the green , and in the distance I could
see the peak , covered with ice and snow . " The northeast wind doesn't blow
here , " the driver said . “ Here is paradise . " The wagon started to descend . At
once ...
Red granite cliffs stuck out in places from the green , and in the distance I could
see the peak , covered with ice and snow . " The northeast wind doesn't blow
here , " the driver said . “ Here is paradise . " The wagon started to descend . At
once ...
Page 469
The windows were all covered with rotting old boards . The front porch was piled
deep with snow . I walked around the house and saw a narrow door covered with
torn thick felt . I knocked loudly . Nobody answered . I listened . There was a ...
The windows were all covered with rotting old boards . The front porch was piled
deep with snow . I walked around the house and saw a narrow door covered with
torn thick felt . I knocked loudly . Nobody answered . I listened . There was a ...
Page 500
Round red cheeses on a shelf were covered with horseradish from cans which
had been hit by bullets . There were pools of vinegar , mixed with cognac and
liqueurs , on the floor . Firm , marinated white mushrooms , covered with a
reddish ...
Round red cheeses on a shelf were covered with horseradish from cans which
had been hit by bullets . There were pools of vinegar , mixed with cognac and
liqueurs , on the floor . Firm , marinated white mushrooms , covered with a
reddish ...
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