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INFANT BLANKETS : afraid ... of what? I don't know myself. Only I feel, there is coming nearer and nearer a great, great calamity. The boy keeps on and on with his wail. Oh, to escape from here! How stifling! How weary! how heavy.... But escape is impossible. That sky is like a shroud. And no wind.... Is the air dead or what? All at once the boy runs up to the window and shrieks in the same piteous voice, 'Look! look! the earth has fallen away!' 'How? fallen away?' Yes; just now there was a plain before the house, and now it stands on a fearful height! The horizon has sunk, has gone down, and from infant blankets very house drops an almost overhanging, as it were scooped-out,
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INFANT BLANKETS : swirling in the darkness of hell. Everything shuddered--and there, in this flying mass--was the crash of thunder, the iron wail of thousands of throats.... Ah! what a roaring and moaning! It was the earth howling for terror.... The end of it! the end of all! The child whimpered once more.... I tried to clutch at my companions, infant blankets already we were all crushed, buried, drowned, swept away by that pitch-black, icy, thundering wave! Darkness ... darkness everlasting! Scarcely breathing, I awoke. _March 1878._ MASHA When I lived, many years ago, in Petersburg, every time I chanced to hire a sledge, I used to get into conversation with the driver. I was particularly fond of talking to the night drivers, poor peasants from
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