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Communist Bulgaria Tour

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Communist Bulgaria Tour Day 1 Sofia – Pravets – VarshetsStart for private tours Bulgariaa. For Communist Bulgaria Tour the guide will meet you at the airport in Sofia. Then you will leave for the...

Private Bulgaria tours Pirin

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Bulgaria can easily be called a mountainous country. Almost half of its territory is home to different in size, height, character and origin mountainous formations. Mountains in Bulgaria are so various. They are small...

The Torture of Hope part 4

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Forward! He must hasten toward that goal which he fancied (ab¬surdly, no doubt) to be deliverance, toward the darkness from which he was now barely thirty paces distant. He pressed forward faster on his...

The Torture of Hope part 3

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Suddenly the sound of a sandaled foot approaching reached his ears. He trembled violently, fear stifled him, his sight grew dim. Well, it was over, no doubt. He pressed himself into a niche and,...

The Torture of Hope part 2

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Perhaps Infinite Mercy will shine upon you at the last moment! We must hope so. There are examples. So sleep in peace to-night. To-morrow you will be included in the auto da fe: that...

St. John`s Eve part 13

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He sat in the cottage as though nailed to the spot, with the sacks of gold at his feet. He grew averse to look at Pidorka; and still he thought of but one thing,...

St. John`s Eve part 12

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Say, if you can, that people only imagine things! A month had not passed, and no one would have recognized Peter. He sat in one spot, saying no word to anyone; but continually thinking...

St. John`s Eve part 11

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A wedding in the olden times was not like one of the present day. My grandfather`s aunt used to tell how the maidens in festive headdresses, of yellow, blue and pink ribbons, above which...

St. John`s Eve part 10

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“What did you promise for the girl?” thundered Basavriuk; and like a shot he was on his back. The witch stamped her foot; a blue flame flashed from the earth and illumined all within...

St. John`s Eve part 9

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Then he parted the thorn-bushes with a knotty stick, and before him stood a tiny farmhouse. Basavriuk smote it with his fist, and the wall trembled. A large black dog ran out to meet...

St. John`s Eve part 8

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Automobile and Germany

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Suleymaniye Mosque

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Tips From The Artists

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