Abstract
gan to accumulate them already in Moscow, right after the death of Katya. And then in Milan. There he complained of insomnia, and Paolo, a doctor acquaintance, had written him a prescription. And by now here in Jerusalem, where he had been living for two months, he had more than a hundred. But Andrei had still not made up his mind. It was the beginning of December. By evening the entire room was flooded by the sun as it set behind Mordecai Hill. On the summit of the hill grew pines and cypress trees, needles pointing into the rose-colored evening sky. The flat roofs of the houses on the hill looked like white stone terraces. Pre-
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