A POET ON VYHOVSKY STREET
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‘If that there King was to wake,’ added Tweedledum, ‘you’d go out – bang! – just like a candle!’ ‘I shouldn’t!’ Alice exclaimed indignantly. ‘Besides, if I’m only a sort of thing in his dream, what are you, I should like to know?’ ‘Ditto,’ said Tweedledum. ‘Ditto, ditto!’ cried Tweedledee. He shouted […]