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28 июня 2017 г., 15:58
The boulevard was the border between two worlds. Behind, the square, squat buildings of the district`s shop. They, like most of the city`s newer construction, were of cheap stone or haphazardly painted wood, all business. Before her, a row of manors. Slope roofs, ornate cornices and buttresses, fluted gutters and snarling gargoyles, all in marble or whitewashed stone, all old enough to have acquired an arrogance utterly independent of those who dwelt within. The straight angles and lines of poverty facing off against the graceful arches of wealth.
