ISBN: 9781514212332

Paperback, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform], The January afternoon was passing into night, the air was cold and still, so still that not a single twig of the naked beech-… Mehr…

Paperback, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform], The January afternoon was passing into night, the air was cold and still, so still that not a single twig of the naked beech-trees stirred; on the grass of the meadows lay a thin white rime, half frost, half snow; the firs stood out blackly against a steel-hued sky, and over the tallest of them hung a single star. Past these bordering firs there ran a road, on which, in this evening of the opening of our story, a young man stood irresolute, glancing now to the right and now to the left., Classics, Adventure<

ISBN: 9781514212332

Paperback, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform], The January afternoon was passing into night, the air was cold and still, so still that not a single twig of the naked beech-… Mehr…

Paperback, [PU: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform], The January afternoon was passing into night, the air was cold and still, so still that not a single twig of the naked beech-trees stirred; on the grass of the meadows lay a thin white rime, half frost, half snow; the firs stood out blackly against a steel-hued sky, and over the tallest of them hung a single star. Past these bordering firs there ran a road, on which, in this evening of the opening of our story, a young man stood irresolute, glancing now to the right and now to the left., Classics<