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The prayer is sung at the start of every journey , whenever in fact the bus begins to move , even after a brief halt . Anyone can take the lead , and in this bus the response was always general and full - hearted . Later when I ...
The prayer is sung at the start of every journey , whenever in fact the bus begins to move , even after a brief halt . Anyone can take the lead , and in this bus the response was always general and full - hearted . Later when I ...
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... at different angles of shapes all having this form . Then he pointed out how , in later periods , the sharp corners were somewhat blurred ; and later still they were further transformed VOL . 170 -- NO . 1019 - BB 345 Roy Harrod.
... at different angles of shapes all having this form . Then he pointed out how , in later periods , the sharp corners were somewhat blurred ; and later still they were further transformed VOL . 170 -- NO . 1019 - BB 345 Roy Harrod.
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I never lost my admiration for this remarkable curtain of the Mariinsky , which was later replaced by another very tasteless one . I learnt later that Bakst and Somov and my father also shared my feeling for it .
I never lost my admiration for this remarkable curtain of the Mariinsky , which was later replaced by another very tasteless one . I learnt later that Bakst and Somov and my father also shared my feeling for it .
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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