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128 around, the air was mild, and in the grass and in the moss gleamed like a green fire hundreds of glow-worms; when



she lightly touched one of the twigs with her hand, the shining insects fell down upon her like shooting stars.

The whole night long she dreamed of her brothers. They were children again playing together, writing with their