Saturday, June 11, 2011

Collage 431

All night troops moved down the street past the inn. The next day, Alpatych put on the tunic that he wore only in town and went about his business. The morning was sunny, and by eight o'clock it was already hot. A precious day for harvesting, Alpatych thought. Outside town, shooting had been heard since early morning. --p. 693 in P/V

Lynn Waskelis
from page 117-18, Volume 2 original text
made 3/18/11
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 693-695

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