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Very bright." Persikov went into the comer, lifted the receiver and barked: "Give me that, what's it called, Lubyanka." The weather was unusually hot.
You could see the rich transparent heat shimmering over the fields.
But the nights were wonderful, green and deceptive.
The moon made the former estate of the Sheremetevs look too beautiful for words.
The palace-cum-state farm glistened as if it were made of sugar, shadows quivered in the park, and the ponds had two different halves, one a slanting column of light, the other fathomless darkness.
In the patches of moonlight you could easily read Izvestia, except for the chess section which was in small nonpareil.
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