Question

In this story, the writer portrays an atmosphere of lonelines and grief. Does the indien
the people make lona feel more miserable
people
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To Whom Shall I Tell My Grief:
I is twilight'. A thick wet snow is slowly twirling around the newly-ling
and hats. The cab driver, lona Potapov, is quite white, and looks like a phantom
lamps, and lying in soft thin layers on the roof, the horses' backs,
bent double as far as hurnan body can bend double, he is seated on his bon,
makes a move. If a whole snowdrift fell on him, it seems as if he would
necessary to shake it off. His litde horse is also quite white, and remains motion
immobility
, its angularity, and its straight wooden-looking legs, even from de
the appearance of a gingerbread horse worth a kopeck. Iris, no doubt, plus
thought. If you were snatched from the plough, from your usual grey surroun
were thrown into this slough' full of monstrous lights, unceasing noise and
people
, you too would find it difficult not to think
lona and his little horse have not moved from their place for a long while
Viborg Way !" suddenly hears lona. "Cabby!")
Lona jumps, and through his snow-covered eyelashes, sees an officer in a gre
with his hood over his head.
"Viborg Way!" the officer repeats. "Are you asleep, eh? Viborg Way!"
The officer seats himself in the sleigh. The cab-driver smacks his lips to end
horse, stretches out his neck like a swan, sits up, and, more from habit than ne
' twilight: soft glowing light from the sky in the evening when the night is about to fall
"phantom : ghost, spirit
kopack sa wall Russian coin
Viborg Way: name of a place
"dough: swamp
smacks : parts the lips nobily
New Edgeways : Literature Reader-7
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Answer 1

Answer:

the writer portrays am atmosphere of loneliness and grief. Does the indian the people make lona feel more miserable people