A candle burned on the table, a candle burned... he whispered to himself — the beginning of something confused, formless; he hoped that it would take shape of itself. But nothing more came to him.
Ch. 3 section 10 - Doctor Zhivago (1957)
A candle burned on the table, a candle burned... he whispered to himself — the beginning of something confused, formless; he hoped that it would take shape of itself. But nothing more came to him.
Ch. 3 section 10 - Doctor Zhivago (1957)
