“Late into the night, I heard their wild music, music that didn’t care who was in bed wanting to sleep. I knew the Gypsies were dancing, so lost in happiness that they forgot they lived in a gloomy Communist state.” — Carolyn Marsden Copy Share Image
“Late into the night, I heard their wild music, music that didn’t care who was in bed wanting to sleep. I knew the Gypsies… — Carolyn Marsden Copy Share Image
“I have to find her. I check out hiding places in the lanes, behind bushes. A place where a boy could pull in a… — Carolyn Marsden Copy Share Image
