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... began to descend along a narrow road to a river . The pine trees hid the moon and it grew very dark . We could hear voices along the road . I began to feel a little scared . " Is that you , Nikita ? " my uncle's familiar voice called ...
... began to descend along a narrow road to a river . The pine trees hid the moon and it grew very dark . We could hear voices along the road . I began to feel a little scared . " Is that you , Nikita ? " my uncle's familiar voice called ...
Page 274
... began to drop the trumpery ; his voice started to sound almost human . The clean air of our steppes began to creep into his verses , " the wind over the waving grain fields , " and his sophistication was sometimes replaced by a true ...
... began to drop the trumpery ; his voice started to sound almost human . The clean air of our steppes began to creep into his verses , " the wind over the waving grain fields , " and his sophistication was sometimes replaced by a true ...
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... began to turn dark , with steel - colored ripples . I untied my boat from Cherepakha and began to row toward Taganrog . The wind freshened so fast that within a couple of minutes waves were beginning to break over the sides of the boat ...
... began to turn dark , with steel - colored ripples . I untied my boat from Cherepakha and began to row toward Taganrog . The wind freshened so fast that within a couple of minutes waves were beginning to break over the sides of the boat ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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