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Page 171
We would wait for Polevitskaya after each performance at the actors ' exit . She
would walk out , tall , clear - eyed . She would smile at us , and get into her sleigh
. The bells would ring . Their sound would carry down Nikolayevskaya Street and
...
We would wait for Polevitskaya after each performance at the actors ' exit . She
would walk out , tall , clear - eyed . She would smile at us , and get into her sleigh
. The bells would ring . Their sound would carry down Nikolayevskaya Street and
...
Page 198
It was filled with the thin - voiced sound of summer rains . They poured down out
of a high sky , drumming on the greenery of the parks . Crystal drops , falling from
the clouds , filled my room with their rapid sound . It seemed to me a true miracle
...
It was filled with the thin - voiced sound of summer rains . They poured down out
of a high sky , drumming on the greenery of the parks . Crystal drops , falling from
the clouds , filled my room with their rapid sound . It seemed to me a true miracle
...
Page 365
Something began to sound , and then it grew quiet , in the pitch - dark garden
outside the open window . I looked at the window : there was neither moon nor
stars . The sky must have been covered by clouds . A deep silence was all
around ...
Something began to sound , and then it grew quiet , in the pitch - dark garden
outside the open window . I looked at the window : there was neither moon nor
stars . The sky must have been covered by clouds . A deep silence was all
around ...
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