an of light. The nights were silvery, the sky seemed dissolved into a pale, pellucid mist; sunset and dawn co-mingled

in Makar's room, and

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st time; then, showing his teeth, he struck her with his paw. Demid beat hi

ods in the daytime, an

and cloth hangings, brightly embroidered with red and blue cocks and reindeers. She placed an image of the God-Mother in the corner; she washed

went in to Marina. She could not think-her mind moved slowly and awkwardly like a great lumbering animal-she could only feel, and in th

ite spirals of mist drifted along the ground. Night-owls and wood spirits hooted. In the morning

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