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Such wind - felled trees , lying among the fields and meadows , always made me think of tough old men in homespun tunics and with wind - swept beards . The singer said after a silence : ' Everyone believes in Russia in his own way and ...
Such wind - felled trees , lying among the fields and meadows , always made me think of tough old men in homespun tunics and with wind - swept beards . The singer said after a silence : ' Everyone believes in Russia in his own way and ...
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The winds of Burgundy and the Ile de France , of Lotharingia and Savoy , of Bohemia and the Apennines , blew on them ... We sat , sheltered from the wind , and talked in whispers , often breaking off to listen to some unfamiliar sound .
The winds of Burgundy and the Ile de France , of Lotharingia and Savoy , of Bohemia and the Apennines , blew on them ... We sat , sheltered from the wind , and talked in whispers , often breaking off to listen to some unfamiliar sound .
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There was no wind , and no one could see me from outside . I lay down on a wicker chaise - longue , wrapped myself in the blanket and stayed until dawn , listening to the night . The sea murmured endlessly .
There was no wind , and no one could see me from outside . I lay down on a wicker chaise - longue , wrapped myself in the blanket and stayed until dawn , listening to the night . The sea murmured endlessly .
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Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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