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There was a sharp snapping frost and the curls on Nadenka's temples and the down on her upper lip were covered with silvery frost. She was holding my arm and we were standing on a high hill. From where we stood to the ground below there stretched a smooth sloping descent in which the sun was reflected as in a looking-glass. Beside us was a little sledge lined with bright red cloth.
© 2020 Interactive Media (Rafbók): 9781787361102
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 9 januari 2020
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1 of 69
Klassískar bókmenntir
There was a sharp snapping frost and the curls on Nadenka's temples and the down on her upper lip were covered with silvery frost. She was holding my arm and we were standing on a high hill. From where we stood to the ground below there stretched a smooth sloping descent in which the sun was reflected as in a looking-glass. Beside us was a little sledge lined with bright red cloth.
© 2020 Interactive Media (Rafbók): 9781787361102
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 9 januari 2020
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