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Page 192
... smell of kerosene hung in layers around us . The night light flickered . The old lady groaned . Sevruk sat up on the hay next to me . " It would be better to lie outside in the wagon , ” he said . “ I'll have a heart attack from this ...
... smell of kerosene hung in layers around us . The night light flickered . The old lady groaned . Sevruk sat up on the hay next to me . " It would be better to lie outside in the wagon , ” he said . “ I'll have a heart attack from this ...
Page 511
... smell of rotten leaves , like the faint bouquet of wine , a smell of vegetable bitterness and the thawing of last year's flowers . It was as if it were percolating up through the damp earth , earth which had been uncared for , untended ...
... smell of rotten leaves , like the faint bouquet of wine , a smell of vegetable bitterness and the thawing of last year's flowers . It was as if it were percolating up through the damp earth , earth which had been uncared for , untended ...
Page 521
... smell of Turkish wooden houses . According to him , they smelled of the warm dust of rotting wood , and of honey , especially on hot , still days , when one couldn't lean on the railing of the terrace for fear of burning the palms of ...
... smell of Turkish wooden houses . According to him , they smelled of the warm dust of rotting wood , and of honey , especially on hot , still days , when one couldn't lean on the railing of the terrace for fear of burning the palms of ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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