A CAGED LION. By Frank Norris

In front of the entrance a “spieler” stood on a starch-box and beat upon a piece of tin with a stick, and we weakly succumbed to his frenzied appeals and went inside. We did this, I am sure, partly to please the “spieler,” who would have been dreadfully disappointed if we had not done so, but partly, too, to please Toppan, who was always interested in the great beasts and liked to watch them. Знаю, что любите почитать. И подозреваю, что вам понравиться это — Сеть Культурных Каналов — https://t.me/addlist/c7ngCUTkDLw0ODZi…