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I don't make rag flowers any more ; don't see well enough . 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 ...
I don't make rag flowers any more ; don't see well enough . 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 ...
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On tables in the canteen stood pots of hydrangeas - large balls of watery - pink flowers on long naked stems . Those flowers re- sembled scraggy German women with luxuriant but colourless hair . The hydrangea pots were wrapped round in ...
On tables in the canteen stood pots of hydrangeas - large balls of watery - pink flowers on long naked stems . Those flowers re- sembled scraggy German women with luxuriant but colourless hair . The hydrangea pots were wrapped round in ...
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I met Gorky soon after ' Maleyevka ' and he re- proached me for being insensitive to the beauty of these flowers . - ' Perhaps one day you will find yourself in Italy 214 'Go on Living as You've Started'
I met Gorky soon after ' Maleyevka ' and he re- proached me for being insensitive to the beauty of these flowers . - ' Perhaps one day you will find yourself in Italy 214 'Go on Living as You've Started'
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Contents
Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
Copyright | |
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