The outlines of the cave appeared. And a man loomed up, insane and wild and terrible. A man with a dying face. Old, withered by winds, baked like adobe in the heat. The man was crouched in a far corner of the cave, his eyes whitening to one side of his face, listening to the far wind trumpet- 1
Bradbury Ray Short Stories. Dark Carnival - 1947/p.188/ http://www.shortstoryguide.com/ray-bradbury-short-stories/
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Bradbury Ray Short Stories. Dark Carnival - 1947/p.175/ http://www.shortstoryguide.com/ray-bradbury-short-stories/
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See: Ibrohimova R. Voqelik va fantastika. – T.: Muharrir, 2011. 200 bet.