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Page 67
The smell of coffee , the sound of billiard balls – these will be enough . And the
smoke of ships . But here – I ' ll simply perish . ' Evgeny Ivanov at once gave
orders for an advance to be made out to Grin . For some reason we all sat in
silence .
The smell of coffee , the sound of billiard balls – these will be enough . And the
smoke of ships . But here – I ' ll simply perish . ' Evgeny Ivanov at once gave
orders for an advance to be made out to Grin . For some reason we all sat in
silence .
Page 154
My travelling companion – an old land surveyor , who knew these steppes –
explained to me that golden eagles liked sitting by the roadside for the simple
reason that vehicles frighten bustling marmots and jerboas . The marmots then
start ...
My travelling companion – an old land surveyor , who knew these steppes –
explained to me that golden eagles liked sitting by the roadside for the simple
reason that vehicles frighten bustling marmots and jerboas . The marmots then
start ...
Page 211
For some reason the economist was especially interested in Michael Svetlov . 89
He kept badgering us with one and the same question : ' What kind of life does
Svetlov describe ? ' At first we tried to tell him quite seriously about Svetlov ' s 211
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For some reason the economist was especially interested in Michael Svetlov . 89
He kept badgering us with one and the same question : ' What kind of life does
Svetlov describe ? ' At first we tried to tell him quite seriously about Svetlov ' s 211
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