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Page 198
It seemed to me then that the orchestra was playing for me alone , and for a
young woman with the brim of her hat pulled down . I ran into her at nearly all the
concerts . She used to stare at me . I followed her furtively . I caught her glance
only ...
It seemed to me then that the orchestra was playing for me alone , and for a
young woman with the brim of her hat pulled down . I ran into her at nearly all the
concerts . She used to stare at me . I followed her furtively . I caught her glance
only ...
Page 244
The sky seemed filled with smoke . Enormous black puffs moved behind it , like
petrified cotton . These were the storm clouds seen through the smoke . Dead
silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped ...
The sky seemed filled with smoke . Enormous black puffs moved behind it , like
petrified cotton . These were the storm clouds seen through the smoke . Dead
silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped ...
Page 318
But it never seemed to me to shine for more than an hour or so before I had to
light the white , blinding lights again . Once Pokrovsky took me by the arm , led
me to the window , and forced me to drink a glass of some brown , sticky liquid .
But it never seemed to me to shine for more than an hour or so before I had to
light the white , blinding lights again . Once Pokrovsky took me by the arm , led
me to the window , and forced me to drink a glass of some brown , sticky liquid .
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Story of a Life, Volume 4 Volume 373 of A Vintage book |
| Author | Konstantin Paustovsky |
| Publisher | Vintage Books, 1967 |
| Original from | Pennsylvania State University |
| Digitized | 23 Nov 2009 |
| Length | 661 pages |
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