AWAKENING

作品:SIDDHARTHA: An Indian Tale 作者:赫尔曼·黑塞 字数: 下载本书  举报本章节错误/更新太慢

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    In ts, Siddopped once again, suddenly, as if t of h.

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    Motionless, Siddanding time of one moment and breat felt cold,  a cold in , as a small animal, a bird or a rabbit,  it. Still, even in t meditation, e, a cleric. Noo t did not belong to t be regarded as Braic  forlorn  in t  just one and alone, o, o a caste, in h whom would he share his life? hose language would he speak?

    Out of t, ar in t of t of a cold and despair, Siddrated. : t tremor of t struggle of t  long until rides, started to proceed sly and impatiently, o her, no longer back.