Joseph Gas

Book. AND HERE WE ARE BUILDING OUR LOVE … ROMAN. Joseph Gaysanyuk novel was or not was, she walked and walked as if not all, but road and trees swaying rhythmically, around her surrounded, but no roads, no trees she had not seen not seen houses Shaking, usually seen as, as always saw whirling all swam and she swam, the blind, unconscious, was carried away by thoughts somewhere else, like a bad dream, and questioned neighbors, and neighbors of the court, chili, noticing how it goes but no answer it to them or, perhaps, answered, smiling at a lost, far away smiling, as if through a veil of hazy, dream bud, then, that the neighbor was not tried, they say, is Pevelutsa, "health-are" not saying they are not looking, do not smile gives, or has not been neighbors at all, they dreamed it, the pro-reschilis here, where should stand, where the fences have always been, and she smiled at his far-fetched notion, nym, or maybe not smiling, but it seemed to her, though smiling, and it was all about other people's , confusing, unkind was at home, and trees, and neighbors to meet like floating, as if about to stumble Pevelutsa on them, then suddenly moved away everything, trees falling, home-sewn Roux, as through the land, neighbors failed, ne-ed eyes mirage one stretched, sickening faintness of heart sank. She came to her home in the free-him at the gate, among the din woke bird, Intermedia crowing, quacking, the chickens with her chickens, pet-hee with ducks, unfed, in the morning nepoennye early, to meet her, poured out, there is requested, at the feet of cat las tilas, phlegmatic Terkush dragged to the porch at night in a kennel he podremyval at night barking bass power neighborhood was read, they say, here I am, an old campaigner, I do not sleep, do not doze, all guard, a chain of Gre-chalk Terkush poor fellow, with a reproachful whine, or joy at the sight of the mistress of the gate, and she looked at her eyes glaring in at the beaks splayed, her Pevelutsu, band-vuschie, begging food, like mapping sleep awake, "Lord, I have a bird early in the morning hungry Mast …"




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