Story of a Life: In that dawnHarvill P., 1965 |
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Page 155
... walls . But , from the very first , my naïve illusions were scattered like dust . One look at the gloom and dirt inside was enough . Scrawled all over with obscenities , the mildewed walls shook to the tramp of boots and the noise of ...
... walls . But , from the very first , my naïve illusions were scattered like dust . One look at the gloom and dirt inside was enough . Scrawled all over with obscenities , the mildewed walls shook to the tramp of boots and the noise of ...
Page 171
... walls . The drawbridge was pulled up , the fortress gate barred and locked , and not only did he feel the joy of his escape but of all the fullness and richness of life . It filled the air and the sunlit silence of the enormous stone ...
... walls . The drawbridge was pulled up , the fortress gate barred and locked , and not only did he feel the joy of his escape but of all the fullness and richness of life . It filled the air and the sunlit silence of the enormous stone ...
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... wall , and chips of stone flew off the wall . We tore through the dark garden . The white trunks of trees treated with lime helped to guide us . The Cossacks were already climbing the wall after us . A bullet flew past my ear . We ...
... wall , and chips of stone flew off the wall . We tore through the dark garden . The white trunks of trees treated with lime helped to guide us . The Cossacks were already climbing the wall after us . A bullet flew past my ear . We ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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