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Page 82
The way to Bryansk was long and roundabout . It went through Lvov and Navlya .
We got to Sinezerki only on the third day . The train was in no hurry , it stopped for
a good long rest at each station , puffing and panting beside the water tower .
The way to Bryansk was long and roundabout . It went through Lvov and Navlya .
We got to Sinezerki only on the third day . The train was in no hurry , it stopped for
a good long rest at each station , puffing and panting beside the water tower .
Page 83
The shadow of the train ran clattering over the fields , while the carriage was
flooded with such a brilliant orange sunset that all you could see in our
compartment was a fiery haze . We arrived at Sinezerki at dusk . The guard lifted
my suitcase ...
The shadow of the train ran clattering over the fields , while the carriage was
flooded with such a brilliant orange sunset that all you could see in our
compartment was a fiery haze . We arrived at Sinezerki at dusk . The guard lifted
my suitcase ...
Page 253
I left Moscow two days later , by the night train . Mama came to see me off and
stood on the platform , bent and muffled up in her thick shawl . Dyma was at the
theatre with Margarita . Galya had spent the day worrying that I would miss my
train .
I left Moscow two days later , by the night train . Mama came to see me off and
stood on the platform , bent and muffled up in her thick shawl . Dyma was at the
theatre with Margarita . Galya had spent the day worrying that I would miss my
train .
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