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Page 16
I began positively to hate the smooth liberal intellectuals who seemed to me to
get more and more stupid through their dislike of the simple people over whom
they had so recently been in ecstacies . Not that I was ready to accept the
October ...
I began positively to hate the smooth liberal intellectuals who seemed to me to
get more and more stupid through their dislike of the simple people over whom
they had so recently been in ecstacies . Not that I was ready to accept the
October ...
Page 17
I longed to re - read War and Peace — it seemed an impossible dream ! The
novel itself seemed to me to have been written a couple of centuries ago . Mama
and my sister Galya were living in the Polesye near the little town of Chernobyl .
I longed to re - read War and Peace — it seemed an impossible dream ! The
novel itself seemed to me to have been written a couple of centuries ago . Mama
and my sister Galya were living in the Polesye near the little town of Chernobyl .
Page 123
It was always the greedy ones who seemed to come my way . Every woman I
knew - greedy for love or greedy for money . Mostly waitresses or kitchen - maids
, young ones . . . Well . . . . This schoolgirl took the boat and came to supper in the
...
It was always the greedy ones who seemed to come my way . Every woman I
knew - greedy for love or greedy for money . Mostly waitresses or kitchen - maids
, young ones . . . Well . . . . This schoolgirl took the boat and came to supper in the
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Contents
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
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