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Page 185
We sat listening , our eyes downcast . Afterwards Suboch came up to us during
the break and said : ' I wanted to warn you to be very considerate to Oskar
Theodorovich today , he ' s terribly upset . But I expect you ' ve thought of it
yourselves .
We sat listening , our eyes downcast . Afterwards Suboch came up to us during
the break and said : ' I wanted to warn you to be very considerate to Oskar
Theodorovich today , he ' s terribly upset . But I expect you ' ve thought of it
yourselves .
Page 220
Listening to the music , I imagined the great hall at Elsinore , the slender Gothic
shafts of sunlight , the trumpets , the huge ... But the evenings I preferred were
those when the sky was overcast and hardly anyone came to listen to the music .
Listening to the music , I imagined the great hall at Elsinore , the slender Gothic
shafts of sunlight , the trumpets , the huge ... But the evenings I preferred were
those when the sky was overcast and hardly anyone came to listen to the music .
Page 256
Listen , ' I said , stopping . The dog pricked up its ears . ... The whole city was
asleep . How could they , I wondered ; they ought all to be out in the street ,
watching the dark , scudding clouds and listening to the thaw — the snow softly
crunching ...
Listen , ' I said , stopping . The dog pricked up its ears . ... The whole city was
asleep . How could they , I wondered ; they ought all to be out in the street ,
watching the dark , scudding clouds and listening to the thaw — the snow softly
crunching ...
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