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Page 33
The monastery was a mediæval castle , with rusty Swedish cannonballs
embedded in the walls , green water in the ... We were given a chilly room with a
vaulted ceiling and the inevitable crucifix on the wall ; someone had hung a chain
of ...
The monastery was a mediæval castle , with rusty Swedish cannonballs
embedded in the walls , green water in the ... We were given a chilly room with a
vaulted ceiling and the inevitable crucifix on the wall ; someone had hung a chain
of ...
Page 130
All I ' ve got is a little old man and a painting on a wall . ' “ That ' s Vrubel . Don ' t
you remember him ? Mind you don ' t over - develop it . ' After he had gone I
suddenly remembered . One morning at breakfast he had told Mama that Vrubel
was ...
All I ' ve got is a little old man and a painting on a wall . ' “ That ' s Vrubel . Don ' t
you remember him ? Mind you don ' t over - develop it . ' After he had gone I
suddenly remembered . One morning at breakfast he had told Mama that Vrubel
was ...
Page 213
The windows were closed against the storm ; flies were beating against the glass
. On the wall hung a fly - blown portrait of General Kuropatkin . Leiser brought hay
for our bedding , spread it on the floor and covered it with sacking . The minute ...
The windows were closed against the storm ; flies were beating against the glass
. On the wall hung a fly - blown portrait of General Kuropatkin . Leiser brought hay
for our bedding , spread it on the floor and covered it with sacking . The minute ...
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