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Raising tragic eyes to heaven , he shrugged his shoulders , climbed with dignity off the pedestal and disappeared into the crowd . The meetings at the Pushkin Monument dealt with a variety of themes but , as they say now , always kept ...
Raising tragic eyes to heaven , he shrugged his shoulders , climbed with dignity off the pedestal and disappeared into the crowd . The meetings at the Pushkin Monument dealt with a variety of themes but , as they say now , always kept ...
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A small , pale child of about ten , in a faded pink frock , was gazing at me imploringly out of eyes as grey and round as pewter saucers . ' Please , Uncle , ' she said in a hoarse , conspiratorial voice . ' Just one little one !
A small , pale child of about ten , in a faded pink frock , was gazing at me imploringly out of eyes as grey and round as pewter saucers . ' Please , Uncle , ' she said in a hoarse , conspiratorial voice . ' Just one little one !
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Biting his lips and grunting ( a grunt was his strongest expression of dis- satisfaction ) he agreed but gave Nazarov strict instructions to keep the thermometer in cotton wool in a drawer and to cherish it like the apple of his eye .
Biting his lips and grunting ( a grunt was his strongest expression of dis- satisfaction ) he agreed but gave Nazarov strict instructions to keep the thermometer in cotton wool in a drawer and to cherish it like the apple of his eye .
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Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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