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61963	Zamiatin, Evgenii Ivanovich	We			.txt	text/plain	65080	5965	90	row, an unknown he-Number, double-curved like the letter S. crazy loudness of colors and forms like their ancient music. plane above, dark blue walls, red, green, orange bindings of ancient awaiting their turns, faces shining like the oil lamps in an ancient The back of his head is square; it looks like a little valise (I dealt with the man, who, his reason lost and lips like glass, stood smile,--like that one at the little table this morning; or if in all At the door he turned around like a little black ball, came back to Like a wind something red passed my eyes, of the door a sharp sun-ray like lightning broke into the darkness tables and the globe-like heads busy chewing, slowly, silently, My eyes, my lips, my hands knew it; at that moment I was absolutely ancient strange novel, had you like me held in your trembling hands	./cache/61963.txt	./txt/61963.txt