Story of a Life: In that dawnHarvill P., 1965 |
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Page 48
... looked like a country doctor . His damp beard was un- kempt and his jacket , its pockets stuffed with books and manu- scripts , hung on him like a sack . It was before the days of fountain pens , so he also had on him a bottle of ink ...
... looked like a country doctor . His damp beard was un- kempt and his jacket , its pockets stuffed with books and manu- scripts , hung on him like a sack . It was before the days of fountain pens , so he also had on him a bottle of ink ...
Page 97
... looked hurt . ' Why ever not ? Is it made of gold or something ? ' ' It leaks , that's why . It leaks - see ? It's no use . It's full of holes . ' The soldier grinned . ' Looks crazy to me ! ' he said with the same innocent air as ...
... looked hurt . ' Why ever not ? Is it made of gold or something ? ' ' It leaks , that's why . It leaks - see ? It's no use . It's full of holes . ' The soldier grinned . ' Looks crazy to me ! ' he said with the same innocent air as ...
Page 205
... looked as though he was travelling very fast on roller - skates . Even his shoes looked like blotters , the soles bent in a convex arc . To avoid running into too many patrols on our way to Cherno- morskaya , we kept to quiet side ...
... looked as though he was travelling very fast on roller - skates . Even his shoes looked like blotters , the soles bent in a convex arc . To avoid running into too many patrols on our way to Cherno- morskaya , we kept to quiet side ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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