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Page 122
I had been bored for a long time by all these ideas of Galya's , all the more
because she talked too much about her future profession and proved to
everybody , even when no one disagreed , that there was no better occupation in
this world ...
I had been bored for a long time by all these ideas of Galya's , all the more
because she talked too much about her future profession and proved to
everybody , even when no one disagreed , that there was no better occupation in
this world ...
Page 124
I could smell the warm fresh scent of her hair . Mama came back in . Lena took
her hand away quickly , and Mama said that Lena had brought me some
wonderful grapes . “ We don't have any better ones now , unfortunately , ” Lena
answered .
I could smell the warm fresh scent of her hair . Mama came back in . Lena took
her hand away quickly , and Mama said that Lena had brought me some
wonderful grapes . “ We don't have any better ones now , unfortunately , ” Lena
answered .
Page 247
How is it better than even that green beetle sliding hurriedly along the planked
wall of the bathhouse ? ” It was easy to find consolation . Obviously , because
everything around me was so full of wonder and beauty . Gleb climbed up to the
roof ...
How is it better than even that green beetle sliding hurriedly along the planked
wall of the bathhouse ? ” It was easy to find consolation . Obviously , because
everything around me was so full of wonder and beauty . Gleb climbed up to the
roof ...
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