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- Author: Henri Barbusse
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1514781298
- ISBN-13: 9781514781296
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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MONT BLANC, the Dent du Midi, and the Aiguille Verte look across at the bloodless faces that show above the blankets along the gallery of the sanatorium. This roofed-in gallery of rustic wood-work on the first floor of the palatial hospital is isolated in Space and overlooks the world. The blankets of fine wool-red, green, brown, or white-from which those wasted cheeks and shining eyes protrude are quite still. No sound comes from the long couches except when some one coughs, or that of the pages of a book turned over at long and regular intervals, or the undertone of question and quiet answer between neighbors, or now and again the crescendo disturbance of a daring crow, escaped to the balcony from those flocks that seem threaded across the immense transparency like chaplets of black pearls.
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- Author: Henri Barbusse
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1514781298
- ISBN-13: 9781514781296
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
MONT BLANC, the Dent du Midi, and the Aiguille Verte look across at the bloodless faces that show above the blankets along the gallery of the sanatorium. This roofed-in gallery of rustic wood-work on the first floor of the palatial hospital is isolated in Space and overlooks the world. The blankets of fine wool-red, green, brown, or white-from which those wasted cheeks and shining eyes protrude are quite still. No sound comes from the long couches except when some one coughs, or that of the pages of a book turned over at long and regular intervals, or the undertone of question and quiet answer between neighbors, or now and again the crescendo disturbance of a daring crow, escaped to the balcony from those flocks that seem threaded across the immense transparency like chaplets of black pearls.
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