Story of a lifePantheon Books, 1964 - Authors, Russian |
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Page 161
... hard I looked I could not find one that had been missed . The cicadas sang their subterranean song , the heat flowed like a river , at intervals all the dry maize stalks crackled softly . I was glad of the sound - it meant that a cool ...
... hard I looked I could not find one that had been missed . The cicadas sang their subterranean song , the heat flowed like a river , at intervals all the dry maize stalks crackled softly . I was glad of the sound - it meant that a cool ...
Page 174
... hard wings of beetles . At long last , at the end of the dry limestone gully , we reached the mill , walked into the yard surrounded by high walls , collapsed in their shadow , and there sat in a kind of daze for an hour , or it may ...
... hard wings of beetles . At long last , at the end of the dry limestone gully , we reached the mill , walked into the yard surrounded by high walls , collapsed in their shadow , and there sat in a kind of daze for an hour , or it may ...
Page 201
... hard to tell where the blue of the sea became the blue of the sky . Cast in gold , the steep cliffs of Cape Lucullus glittered on our port side . Melting icicles broke from the rigging and smashed into pow- dered snow on deck . Behind ...
... hard to tell where the blue of the sea became the blue of the sky . Cast in gold , the steep cliffs of Cape Lucullus glittered on our port side . Melting icicles broke from the rigging and smashed into pow- dered snow on deck . Behind ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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