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The day after I arrived , I was telling Galya and Mama about Moscow and the
revolution , when I looked out of the window and saw an old , hunchbacked little
monk , in a dusty habit and pointed hat , trudging from the woods towards the
house .
The day after I arrived , I was telling Galya and Mama about Moscow and the
revolution , when I looked out of the window and saw an old , hunchbacked little
monk , in a dusty habit and pointed hat , trudging from the woods towards the
house .
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Galya wrote : You promised Mama to come in spring , but there is still no sign of
you and we are losing hope . Mama has suddenly aged a lot . You wouldn ' t
recognise her . She keeps silent for days on end and at night , when she thinks I
am ...
Galya wrote : You promised Mama to come in spring , but there is still no sign of
you and we are losing hope . Mama has suddenly aged a lot . You wouldn ' t
recognise her . She keeps silent for days on end and at night , when she thinks I
am ...
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I still remember the green pattern on those strips of bedspread . She had no
glasses on . Her face strained , she was craning her neck , peering at the dark
coat - stand in the corner , asking Mama : ' Well ? Is he here ? Why don ' t you tell
me ?
I still remember the green pattern on those strips of bedspread . She had no
glasses on . Her face strained , she was craning her neck , peering at the dark
coat - stand in the corner , asking Mama : ' Well ? Is he here ? Why don ' t you tell
me ?
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Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
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