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Page 51
My head was aching and I felt dizzy , I was sorry there were no besprizorniki next
to me . Somehow they made life more bearable ; in my weak state I felt as much
of a stray as they Cold A black , tar - laden smoke , slightly. were . Night Trains.
My head was aching and I felt dizzy , I was sorry there were no besprizorniki next
to me . Somehow they made life more bearable ; in my weak state I felt as much
of a stray as they Cold A black , tar - laden smoke , slightly. were . Night Trains.
Page 71
Then I felt bitter regret , annoyance even . I was completely convinced that I had
no right to see that splendid sight all by myself . And later on in life I always had
that sense of irremediable regret whenever I happened to be alone , far from ...
Then I felt bitter regret , annoyance even . I was completely convinced that I had
no right to see that splendid sight all by myself . And later on in life I always had
that sense of irremediable regret whenever I happened to be alone , far from ...
Page 102
I have always felt free and easy only in the company of very simple people .
Among writers there were very few such people . Ilf , it is true , was very simple
and friendly , Andrey Platonov36 was simple and sad . When I first got hold of
one of ...
I have always felt free and easy only in the company of very simple people .
Among writers there were very few such people . Ilf , it is true , was very simple
and friendly , Andrey Platonov36 was simple and sad . When I first got hold of
one of ...
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