Sámson egér kalandjai
Sámson egér kalandjai
Sámson egér kalandjai
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Mr. Watson’s house. Inside the little vole’s<br />
mousehole was a tiny kitchen, a tiny room<br />
and an even tinier pantry.<br />
In the room there was nothing else<br />
but a bed, a minute bedside table and a<br />
wardrobe. The wardrobe was a tatty piece<br />
of furniture, its door opened with a creak.<br />
It had a pleasant smell, like that of newly<br />
cut wood, and its unusually shaped<br />
keyhole figured emptily in the doorway as<br />
though it were abandoned.<br />
The street was quiet - only the soft sound<br />
of raindrops could be heard. A breeze<br />
gently swept the dry autumn leaves ahead,<br />
and the enormous street lamps<br />
illuminated the sleepy surroundings with a<br />
scattered, mysterious light.<br />
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