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A wisp of blue smoke floated upward . The dogs barked and rushed around us . Somewhere a frightened chicken cackled . “ Salute to life ! " the artist said . “ It's devilishly wonderful to be alive ! ” We went up to the house surrounded ...
A wisp of blue smoke floated upward . The dogs barked and rushed around us . Somewhere a frightened chicken cackled . “ Salute to life ! " the artist said . “ It's devilishly wonderful to be alive ! ” We went up to the house surrounded ...
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A dull sky was turning blue over the Dnieper . " It's bad , Georgi Maximovich , " Vrubel said . He slapped his flaccid cheeks and laughed . " I'm bored with carrying around this disgusting envelop I'm in . " I only understood part of ...
A dull sky was turning blue over the Dnieper . " It's bad , Georgi Maximovich , " Vrubel said . He slapped his flaccid cheeks and laughed . " I'm bored with carrying around this disgusting envelop I'm in . " I only understood part of ...
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It burned with flames of many colors , yellow , green , and blue , obviously because of the medical supplies . Hollow - sounding explosions could be heard in the basement , and these caused the building to cave in .
It burned with flames of many colors , yellow , green , and blue , obviously because of the medical supplies . Hollow - sounding explosions could be heard in the basement , and these caused the building to cave in .
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
Carp | 16 |
The Pink Oleanders | 29 |
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