Story of a Life: In that dawnHarvill P., 1965 |
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Page 33
... seemed to me that time had stopped and the whole world was sunk in silence . In actual fact , it must only have been a few seconds before I heard a strange , yet somehow familiar voice : ' What the hell are you doing ? Forgotten your ...
... seemed to me that time had stopped and the whole world was sunk in silence . In actual fact , it must only have been a few seconds before I heard a strange , yet somehow familiar voice : ' What the hell are you doing ? Forgotten your ...
Page 38
... seemed to be ten years younger , and more stupid with every day . I felt no ground under my feet . It embarrassed and occasionally maddened me to realise that I had no consistent attitude . What was happening around me seemed to me now ...
... seemed to be ten years younger , and more stupid with every day . I felt no ground under my feet . It embarrassed and occasionally maddened me to realise that I had no consistent attitude . What was happening around me seemed to me now ...
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... seemed familiar . It was on such a day three years ago , that we had buried Lyolya on a mound outside a village . The three years seemed three decades . There , as here , the enemy held the village , the slush covered the fields , and ...
... seemed familiar . It was on such a day three years ago , that we had buried Lyolya on a mound outside a village . The three years seemed three decades . There , as here , the enemy held the village , the slush covered the fields , and ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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