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The late afternoon Maine sun was warm, with a hint of the cool evening air that would soon follow.
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They all feared the summer, but no one spoke of it. And now it was setting in. Gradually. Unhurriedly. Relentlessly.
13m read Translated from Polish by Antonia Lloyd-Jones
We were strolling along the shore of Lake Ladoga: Lyonya Kogan, my friend from the days of our youth
26m read Translated from Russian by Mira Isabella Shrayer and Emilia A. Shrayer
