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Page 25
There ' s one thing though : he is earning money . A state tailor , he is . My old
woman has got her teeth into Lusha : go on , she says , marry him , you must .
And you know what my old woman is like . Has a grasping eye for all and
everything .
There ' s one thing though : he is earning money . A state tailor , he is . My old
woman has got her teeth into Lusha : go on , she says , marry him , you must .
And you know what my old woman is like . Has a grasping eye for all and
everything .
Page 82
Here , out of this burnt up soil , peasants would sometimes plough up sonorous
Hellenic vases . The paintings on them depicted the Black Sea breeze , which
had blown thousands of years ago , playing with the dresses of Hellenic women .
Here , out of this burnt up soil , peasants would sometimes plough up sonorous
Hellenic vases . The paintings on them depicted the Black Sea breeze , which
had blown thousands of years ago , playing with the dresses of Hellenic women .
Page 156
Thus , for example , to cure trachoma the Kalmyks rubbed their sick , bleeding
eyelids with granulated sugar , and to cure tuberculosis they burned the skin with
smouldering felt . The main sufferers from tuberculosis were the women ,
because ...
Thus , for example , to cure trachoma the Kalmyks rubbed their sick , bleeding
eyelids with granulated sugar , and to cure tuberculosis they burned the skin with
smouldering felt . The main sufferers from tuberculosis were the women ,
because ...
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