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Page 12
You know , ' said Galya and smiled a weak smile in the direction of the window ,
with the sunlight coming through , ' you know , Mother and I have even done
some repairs . ' I had not yet had time to ask Mother in confidence about Galya ' s
...
You know , ' said Galya and smiled a weak smile in the direction of the window ,
with the sunlight coming through , ' you know , Mother and I have even done
some repairs . ' I had not yet had time to ask Mother in confidence about Galya ' s
...
Page 13
The woman next door , who does knitting , gives me yarn to roll into large balls ,
these days . She pays me two roubles a ball . ' ' While Galya rolls yarn into balls I
read to her , ' said Mother . ' Now you realize how we live , don ' t you , Kostik ?
The woman next door , who does knitting , gives me yarn to roll into large balls ,
these days . She pays me two roubles a ball . ' ' While Galya rolls yarn into balls I
read to her , ' said Mother . ' Now you realize how we live , don ' t you , Kostik ?
Page 15
She stopped in front of the looking glass , raised her arms and smoothed her hair
which was as beautiful as ever . ' I ' m sitting in your room , ' said Galya , “
because Mother is frying rissoles . And our room is filled with the smoke and the
smell ...
She stopped in front of the looking glass , raised her arms and smoothed her hair
which was as beautiful as ever . ' I ' m sitting in your room , ' said Galya , “
because Mother is frying rissoles . And our room is filled with the smoke and the
smell ...
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