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I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous.

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The blue light of the rising moon fell on the rocks and the scant forest of the taiga, revealing each projecting rock, each tree in a peculiar fashion...more

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At first I couldn't see anything. I fumbled along the cobblestone street. I lit a cigarette. Suddenly the moon appeared from behind a black cloud, lig...more