Story of a Life: Years of hopeHarvill Press, 1968 - Authors, Russian |
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... wind . The wind was evidently blowing straight from the Pole . I thought disgustedly of having to get up and go out , and of how the wind would get inside my collar and numb my spine . Why not stay at home ? Curl up under my coat ...
... wind . The wind was evidently blowing straight from the Pole . I thought disgustedly of having to get up and go out , and of how the wind would get inside my collar and numb my spine . Why not stay at home ? Curl up under my coat ...
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... wind from the port breathed - breathed , not blew - fresh , salty , and filling the street with a smell of newly - scrubbed decks . I sat down on the low wall overlooking the harbour , and closed my eyes the better to feel the breath of ...
... wind from the port breathed - breathed , not blew - fresh , salty , and filling the street with a smell of newly - scrubbed decks . I sat down on the low wall overlooking the harbour , and closed my eyes the better to feel the breath of ...
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... wind ribbed the puddles and rolled empty barrels of sauerkraut ; a few sentries in puttees and with shouldered rifles wandered about shivering . We were told that the Pestel would stay at Yalta until morning , as it was dangerous to ...
... wind ribbed the puddles and rolled empty barrels of sauerkraut ; a few sentries in puttees and with shouldered rifles wandered about shivering . We were told that the Pestel would stay at Yalta until morning , as it was dangerous to ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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