I The hot east wind began to blow while it was still night. The dew that had fallen on the standing corn, on the grass and on the trees, dried up. The fellahin, sleeping the weary sleep of toil, tossed…
Short stories from Ottoman Palestine
I The hot east wind began to blow while it was still night. The dew that had fallen on the standing corn, on the grass and on the trees, dried up. The fellahin, sleeping the weary sleep of toil, tossed…