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Page 39
... write his artless novellas . ' But don't you understand ? ' he replied in a guilty voice . ' I am a Russian and I love Russia so that it breaks my heart . It's just that I don't recognise her now . Sometimes I wonder if I really am in ...
... write his artless novellas . ' But don't you understand ? ' he replied in a guilty voice . ' I am a Russian and I love Russia so that it breaks my heart . It's just that I don't recognise her now . Sometimes I wonder if I really am in ...
Page 48
... write in pencil - and I think I was the only one who sympathised and never made fun of this oddity . A pencilled text always looked to me unfinished and messy . It seemed to me that if an idea had been properly thought out , it deserved ...
... write in pencil - and I think I was the only one who sympathised and never made fun of this oddity . A pencilled text always looked to me unfinished and messy . It seemed to me that if an idea had been properly thought out , it deserved ...
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... writing about myself as a very young man . I don't know if I'll have time to finish . If I were ten years younger , I might write another and perhaps more interesting story of my life — not of my life as it was but as it could and ...
... writing about myself as a very young man . I don't know if I'll have time to finish . If I were ten years younger , I might write another and perhaps more interesting story of my life — not of my life as it was but as it could and ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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