The wind swept the snow aside, ever faster and thicker, as if it were trying to catch up with something, and Yurii Andreievich stared ahead of him out of the window, as if he were not looking at the snow but were still reading Tonias letter and as if what flickered past him were not small dry snow crystals but the spaces between the small black letters, white, white, endless, endless.
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Boris Pasternak was a 19th-century Russian and soviet writer. Boris Leonidovich Pasternak was a Russian and Soviet poet, novelist, and literary translator. Read more on Wikipedia →