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Page 68
I looked out of the window for a long time , although I could no longer see either
Mama or the platform , but only the freight tracks , some switching engines , and
the new Gothic Roman Catholic church , which seemed to be revolving , on ...
I looked out of the window for a long time , although I could no longer see either
Mama or the platform , but only the freight tracks , some switching engines , and
the new Gothic Roman Catholic church , which seemed to be revolving , on ...
Page 69
Stand here . " I knelt on the radiator and leaned out the window . The train was
crossing the Dnieper on a bridge . I could see the Kiev Lavra , * in the distance ,
and the Dnieper washing the sandy islands around the foundations of the bridge
.
Stand here . " I knelt on the radiator and leaned out the window . The train was
crossing the Dnieper on a bridge . I could see the Kiev Lavra , * in the distance ,
and the Dnieper washing the sandy islands around the foundations of the bridge
.
Page 363
Some white umbrella - shaped flowers were blooming above the window sill . It
was so quiet that I could hear our horses snorting where they were tethered to the
trees in the garden . Then a slow rumbling rolled up from a great distance ...
Some white umbrella - shaped flowers were blooming above the window sill . It
was so quiet that I could hear our horses snorting where they were tethered to the
trees in the garden . Then a slow rumbling rolled up from a great distance ...
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