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Page 126
She said it as if Lena were already a completely grown - up woman and , besides
, was being stupid . Anna Petrovna and Lena accompanied me home , and came
in to see how I lived . Lisa blushed as red as a beet , but calmed down quickly ...
She said it as if Lena were already a completely grown - up woman and , besides
, was being stupid . Anna Petrovna and Lena accompanied me home , and came
in to see how I lived . Lisa blushed as red as a beet , but calmed down quickly ...
Page 334
The sun was already gilding the pyramid - shaped poplar trees and shining back
from the windows of the high houses built of Kiev's yellow brick . I could
remember its streets in the mornings , just after they had been washed . I could
remember ...
The sun was already gilding the pyramid - shaped poplar trees and shining back
from the windows of the high houses built of Kiev's yellow brick . I could
remember its streets in the mornings , just after they had been washed . I could
remember ...
Page 528
I thought about my civil guardsman , and about his young peasant wife , with
whom I was already in love , across a distance of many years , just as I was in
love with Russia , and this three - way meeting held something indefinably
important for ...
I thought about my civil guardsman , and about his young peasant wife , with
whom I was already in love , across a distance of many years , just as I was in
love with Russia , and this three - way meeting held something indefinably
important for ...
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