How can we slow time down? How can we shed rot, Raspad? Sleepless nights on the Volga coast unleash miracles.
Where the eye relied on the droughty steppe for mercy, there, in swirling mist, the haystack of revolution rises.
In distant granaries a [...]
I am chilly, nephew. I can smell the fire from the neighbor's home and hope to get its heat.
Don't say that flames have no odors, they do, nephew, but only the truly cold can understand.
Don't wander the marketplaces or stand before the stores. D [...]
Winter and summer the watchman sat on the roof of the palace of Atreidas and looked out. Now he tells the joyful news. He saw a fire flare in the distance.
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