Outside, even through the... «Nineteen Eighty-Four»
Phil-o-Soph12 декабря 2016Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere
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