Story of a lifePantheon Books, 1964 - Authors, Russian |
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Page 36
... warm sea air . That warm air rose in steady , powerful exhalations from the foot of the steep red cliffs , from the beaches which the war had cluttered up with the wreckage of steamers and sailing boats . It seemed even to come from the ...
... warm sea air . That warm air rose in steady , powerful exhalations from the foot of the steep red cliffs , from the beaches which the war had cluttered up with the wreckage of steamers and sailing boats . It seemed even to come from the ...
Page 138
... warm , friendly handclasp . I fished out the broom , lay flat on the warm stone , and held the branch close to my eyes . At Fountain the broom flowered all along the cliffs . But it grew with particular luxuriance at the foot of the ...
... warm , friendly handclasp . I fished out the broom , lay flat on the warm stone , and held the branch close to my eyes . At Fountain the broom flowered all along the cliffs . But it grew with particular luxuriance at the foot of the ...
Page 198
... warm housing on deck , I looked at the coast for a long time , hoping to see someone . But neither a human being nor a sign of human habitation was anywhere to be seen . It was impossible to believe that this really was the Crimea , the ...
... warm housing on deck , I looked at the coast for a long time , hoping to see someone . But neither a human being nor a sign of human habitation was anywhere to be seen . It was impossible to believe that this really was the Crimea , the ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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