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“Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.”

Quote by Bruno Schulz

Book:The street of crocodiles and other stories

Work

The street of crocodiles and other stories

This book is a compilation of short narratives, each exploring different settings and themes. more

Author

Bruno Schulz was a Polish writer born on July 12, 1892, and died on November 19, 1942. Known for his unique narrative style and profound philosophical insights, Schulz's work blends elements of surrealism and magical realism. more

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