Gioconda And Si-Ya-U (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
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The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
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"Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face, The busy little sister with the funny little tract: - "This ...
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