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Konstantin Paustovsky. I WAS , OF COURSE , A LITTLE BOY Inspector Bodyansky walked briskly up to us in our third - year classroom . He was wearing a new uniform coat . The inspector's ... course , a Little BOY [ 105 ] Was, of Course, a ...
Konstantin Paustovsky. I WAS , OF COURSE , A LITTLE BOY Inspector Bodyansky walked briskly up to us in our third - year classroom . He was wearing a new uniform coat . The inspector's ... course , a Little BOY [ 105 ] Was, of Course, a ...
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... course . Eternal wanderer ! Just like his father . " This praise had , of course , its share of reproach . My father's " passion for changing the scene , " in Mama's opinion , had led to the impoverishment and the disintegration of our ...
... course . Eternal wanderer ! Just like his father . " This praise had , of course , its share of reproach . My father's " passion for changing the scene , " in Mama's opinion , had led to the impoverishment and the disintegration of our ...
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... course , without any experience , never noticed it . She was a very young woman , really nothing but a girl . I tried to start a conversation with her , even though this was strictly forbidden for us waiters . The rule was : serve the ...
... course , without any experience , never noticed it . She was a very young woman , really nothing but a girl . I tried to start a conversation with her , even though this was strictly forbidden for us waiters . The rule was : serve the ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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