It was toward the end of September 1956 when the leaves from all the inner-city trees had already fallen.
Adam, in a horrid state, rouses himself up and searches about, no one to be seen.
I just wish I had my freedom.
I confess it again and again.
The collective standing of forty civil servants in unison either signals lunch or end of day.
She had just started washing the cutlery when the phone rang.
The carols, decorations, and glitter drove Marko to anger.