Title: Opcional

Text: In convalescence he would sit up in bed, see the fluffy horses feeding at the troughs in the field, scattering their hay on the trodden yellow snow; watch the miners troop home - small, black figures trailing slowly in gangs across the white field. Then the night came up in dark blue vapor from the snow. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

Save test: Use esta opción si usted desea compartir esta prueba (sólo para usuarios autenticados).