Story of a lifePantheon Books, 1964 - Authors, Russian |
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... cold . You couldn't touch them without feeling sharp and prolonged pain , and they burst open and bled every time you tried to wash your hands . In cold weather , they ached and when it was warm they itched unbearably . I drank bread ...
... cold . You couldn't touch them without feeling sharp and prolonged pain , and they burst open and bled every time you tried to wash your hands . In cold weather , they ached and when it was warm they itched unbearably . I drank bread ...
Page 159
... cold and the gloomy , turbulent Black Sea . I could never understand why the Black Sea had struck him as gloomy . I had always thought of it as one of the brightest and gayest of seas . And how could anyone speak of Scythian cold in a ...
... cold and the gloomy , turbulent Black Sea . I could never understand why the Black Sea had struck him as gloomy . I had always thought of it as one of the brightest and gayest of seas . And how could anyone speak of Scythian cold in a ...
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... cold water . We drank , closing our eyes , feeling the freshness flow into us , right down to our finger- tips . He watched us , silent and impassive , waiting for us to finish . ' Are you the miller ? ' I asked . ' No , I'm the vine ...
... cold water . We drank , closing our eyes , feeling the freshness flow into us , right down to our finger- tips . He watched us , silent and impassive , waiting for us to finish . ' Are you the miller ? ' I asked . ' No , I'm the vine ...
Contents
Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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