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Page 184
Konstantin Paustovsky. The priests jumped up . Ashamed of their discourtesy ,
they rushed to the door and , by their joint efforts , pulled Lucienna aboard . ' Ouf !
That ' s better . ' She looked round the wagon . “ Though I don ' t think much of ...
Konstantin Paustovsky. The priests jumped up . Ashamed of their discourtesy ,
they rushed to the door and , by their joint efforts , pulled Lucienna aboard . ' Ouf !
That ' s better . ' She looked round the wagon . “ Though I don ' t think much of ...
Page 186
But this was not much comfort to us , especially after a bullet came through the
wall , brushing Lucienna ' s fluffy hair and smashing the Spanish comb she had
inherited from her grandmothera market woman who sold doughnuts in Rybnitsa
...
But this was not much comfort to us , especially after a bullet came through the
wall , brushing Lucienna ' s fluffy hair and smashing the Spanish comb she had
inherited from her grandmothera market woman who sold doughnuts in Rybnitsa
...
Page 198
Lucienna lay all day staring through the open door at the washed - out sky , Khvat
frowned crossly – Nazarov alone made efforts at conversation , but no one
encouraged him , so he finally gave it up . We arrived at Golta a few hours after a
...
Lucienna lay all day staring through the open door at the washed - out sky , Khvat
frowned crossly – Nazarov alone made efforts at conversation , but no one
encouraged him , so he finally gave it up . We arrived at Golta a few hours after a
...
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