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Page 188
They generally started in broken Russian , then having reached boiling point ,
changed to Georgian , and ended in such a furious torrent of clicking and
smacking noises that in that frenzied screeching the last vestiges of any kind of
language ...
They generally started in broken Russian , then having reached boiling point ,
changed to Georgian , and ended in such a furious torrent of clicking and
smacking noises that in that frenzied screeching the last vestiges of any kind of
language ...
Page 213
Soon the economist went and a lovely life started for us in ' Maleyevka ' . There
were only the two of us left and we were amazed that the house was kept open .
The poet grew kinder , thoughtful even , and began to work . All his poison ...
Soon the economist went and a lovely life started for us in ' Maleyevka ' . There
were only the two of us left and we were amazed that the house was kept open .
The poet grew kinder , thoughtful even , and began to work . All his poison ...
Page 214
Started. In spite of the doctors ' veto , I wrote a long short story in ' Maleyevka ' ,
called Colchis . I wrote it quickly and easily , without exerting myself and this quite
frightened me . I had heard so many writers say ( on the whole , rightly ) that the ...
Started. In spite of the doctors ' veto , I wrote a long short story in ' Maleyevka ' ,
called Colchis . I wrote it quickly and easily , without exerting myself and this quite
frightened me . I had heard so many writers say ( on the whole , rightly ) that the ...
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