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 ”In the hall it was hot, very hot, but when you came in from outside, out of the frost, what struck you first was the brackish air and only afterwards the heat. Whenever I entered, my nostrils were always one step ahead of my eyes and ears. They would sniff that weak solution of steam, bleach, and seaweed, an odour I had never encountered anywhere else and which never faded. The hall had a mosaic floor and a high ceiling with a brown stain. There were lamps set into the curving walls...”

Fetita care se juca de-a Dumnezeu
Pascal deseneaza corabii
Marea petrecere
Cum sa uiti o femeie
Darul lui Serafim
Un inger, un ciine, o imagine
 Victimele inocente si colaterale ale unui singeros razboi cu Rusia
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