The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives withou — Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
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The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.

— Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
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