韩国不夜城土豆

Don’t go too near the window. And don’t turn round till I tell you.’
Winston gazed abstractedly through the muslin curtain.
Down in the yard the red-armed woman was still marching to and fro between the washtub and the line. She took two more pegs out of her mouth and sang with deep feeling:
They sye that time ‘eals all things,
They sye you can always forget;
But the smiles an’ the tears acrorss the years