Knygos.lt nariams
Knygos.lt nariams
- Išsiųsime per 12–18 d.d.
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- Autorius: Annie F Johnston
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 150058195X
- ISBN-13: 9781500581954
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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It was the coldest Saint Valentine's eve that Kentucky had known in twenty years. In Lloydsborough Valley a thin sprinkling of snow whitened the meadows, enough to show the footprints of every hungry rabbit that loped across them; but there were not many such tracks. It was so cold that the rabbits, for all their thick fur, were glad to run home and hide. Nobody cared to be out long in such weather, and except now and then, when an ice-cutter's wagon creaked up from some pond to the frozen pike, the wintry stillness was unbroken. On the north side of the little country depot a long row of icicles hung from the eaves. Even the wind seemed to catch its breath there, and hurry on with a shiver that reached to the telegraph wires overhead. It shivered down the long stovepipe, too, inside the waiting-room. The stove had been kept red-hot all that dull gray afternoon, but the window-panes were still white with heavy frost-work.
- Autorius: Annie F Johnston
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 150058195X
- ISBN-13: 9781500581954
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
It was the coldest Saint Valentine's eve that Kentucky had known in twenty years. In Lloydsborough Valley a thin sprinkling of snow whitened the meadows, enough to show the footprints of every hungry rabbit that loped across them; but there were not many such tracks. It was so cold that the rabbits, for all their thick fur, were glad to run home and hide. Nobody cared to be out long in such weather, and except now and then, when an ice-cutter's wagon creaked up from some pond to the frozen pike, the wintry stillness was unbroken. On the north side of the little country depot a long row of icicles hung from the eaves. Even the wind seemed to catch its breath there, and hurry on with a shiver that reached to the telegraph wires overhead. It shivered down the long stovepipe, too, inside the waiting-room. The stove had been kept red-hot all that dull gray afternoon, but the window-panes were still white with heavy frost-work.
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