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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 ...
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 ...
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It would be better to get sick and not go , ” Grandmother advised me . “ It's all so stupid . Hasn't the Tsar really anything better to do than just show off in front of the people ? " I said that obviously this was how it was .
It would be better to get sick and not go , ” Grandmother advised me . “ It's all so stupid . Hasn't the Tsar really anything better to do than just show off in front of the people ? " I said that obviously this was how it was .
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“ How is my feeling for Lyuba better than this sunshine ? " It was already falling through the greenery onto the dark water . " How is it better than the wonderful smell of these unmowed fields ? How is it better than even that green ...
“ How is my feeling for Lyuba better than this sunshine ? " It was already falling through the greenery onto the dark water . " How is it better than the wonderful smell of these unmowed fields ? How is it better than even that green ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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