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Page 67
For some reason we all sat in silence . Grin was silent too . ... Thoughts chased each other without rhyme or reason in my head , I did not say a word , and time was passing . I knew that any minute now Grin would get up and go - for ...
For some reason we all sat in silence . Grin was silent too . ... Thoughts chased each other without rhyme or reason in my head , I did not say a word , and time was passing . I knew that any minute now Grin would get up and go - for ...
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 .
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 .
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Only three of us remained in ' Maleyevka ' till late autumn : the old poet , a voluminous , unwieldy economist ( for some reason the poet called him ' a little birdlet ) and myself . The economist spoke to us exclusively on literary ...
Only three of us remained in ' Maleyevka ' till late autumn : the old poet , a voluminous , unwieldy economist ( for some reason the poet called him ' a little birdlet ) and myself . The economist spoke to us exclusively on literary ...
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Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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