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Page 202
... from a new piece of his called “ Banquet During the Plague . ” Gattenberger
had worked very hard on this piece , and he often played parts of it to
Grandmother and me . Grandmother was still astonished by Gattenberger's
gloomy fantasies .
... from a new piece of his called “ Banquet During the Plague . ” Gattenberger
had worked very hard on this piece , and he often played parts of it to
Grandmother and me . Grandmother was still astonished by Gattenberger's
gloomy fantasies .
Page 235
Grandmother knew that she would never again see the Niemen , or the Vistula ,
or Warsaw . She was already finding it hard to get around , and she had even
stopped going to church . On the day he left Uncle Kolya told me that he was
going ...
Grandmother knew that she would never again see the Niemen , or the Vistula ,
or Warsaw . She was already finding it hard to get around , and she had even
stopped going to church . On the day he left Uncle Kolya told me that he was
going ...
Page 512
I tried hard to find some clarity as quickly as I could . Without it , it would be hard
for me — as for everyone — to go on living . But I soon realized that my time had
clearly not yet come . Life was still too chaotic , and I would have to wait until , at ...
I tried hard to find some clarity as quickly as I could . Without it , it would be hard
for me — as for everyone — to go on living . But I soon realized that my time had
clearly not yet come . Life was still too chaotic , and I would have to wait until , at ...
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