Penguin Books-Eyre & Spottiswoode

He lived in a grey shadowy street in Vienna two flights up behind four dirt stained never opened windows. He rose slowly mornings paddling oif balance on bare feet to the dark stale air of his bathroom across the hall. Sometimes pausing to watch the little line of red ants disappearing down into...

Dead Roses 1 Val Tulloch liked to look at her husband while he was reading, and not exactly chat - a word dangerously close to chatter -she liked to think of it, rather, as speaking her thoughts. She spoke them, too, with appropriate softness. Sometimes she wondered whether she irritated Gil by...

Part One ii, ¦ i i j; IV From the small crossed window of his room above the stable in the brickyard, Yakov Bok saw people in their long overcoats running somewhere early that morning, everybody in the same direction. Vey iz mir, he thought uneasily, something bad has happened. The...