The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.
The street of crocodiles and other stories (ed. Penguin Classics, 2008)
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.
The street of crocodiles and other stories (ed. Penguin Classics, 2008)
