2017年4月7日星期五

First Lines: Slavomir Rawicz - The Long Walk


It was about nine o'clock one bleak November day that the key rattled in the heavy lock of my cell in the Lubyanka Prison and the two broad-shouldered guards marched purposefully in.
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