Marya Vassilyevna had been schoolmistress for thirteen years, but she felt as though she had been living in that part of the country for ages and ages, for a hundred years, and it seemed to her that she knew every stone, every tree on the road from the town to her school. Her past was here, her present was here, and she could imagine no other future than the school, the road to the town and back again, and again the school and again the road....
© 2015 Interactive Media (Rafbók): 9781910833148
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 15 april 2015
Marya Vassilyevna had been schoolmistress for thirteen years, but she felt as though she had been living in that part of the country for ages and ages, for a hundred years, and it seemed to her that she knew every stone, every tree on the road from the town to her school. Her past was here, her present was here, and she could imagine no other future than the school, the road to the town and back again, and again the school and again the road....
© 2015 Interactive Media (Rafbók): 9781910833148
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 15 april 2015
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