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Page 13
We have sold all our superfluous things , ' said Mother , ' all the useless things . ' ' In the Zhitny Market , ' added Galya . ' What do we want a samovar for , for instance ? Or old velvet - covered albums with family photos ?
We have sold all our superfluous things , ' said Mother , ' all the useless things . ' ' In the Zhitny Market , ' added Galya . ' What do we want a samovar for , for instance ? Or old velvet - covered albums with family photos ?
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Every time I sat down to write a new story I was firmly resolved to be ruthless with my- self and not leave the world of reality for the world of artificial things . But every time a blind inner force of inertia compelled me to proceed ...
Every time I sat down to write a new story I was firmly resolved to be ruthless with my- self and not leave the world of reality for the world of artificial things . But every time a blind inner force of inertia compelled me to proceed ...
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After Meshchery I began to write in a different way - with greater simplicity and reserve , avoiding showy things and grasp- ing the power and poetry of the most unassuming souls and seemingly most insignificant things ...
After Meshchery I began to write in a different way - with greater simplicity and reserve , avoiding showy things and grasp- ing the power and poetry of the most unassuming souls and seemingly most insignificant things ...
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Contents
Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
Copyright | |
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