The apples are already stored in the cellar. The chestnut tree rustles and rustles its last leaves against my window: What number wife does Toby's father have by now, somewhere in the world? Toby's little hands get frozen early - in September. Snow falls early
In a little white bed, Toby falls asleep,
B.The rooms are full of moonlight. I wander from room to room and close the doors slowly; the children are afraid, the children in the orphanage. Translated by Barnett Zumoff
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