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Page 182
It means you don't care that I'm hurrying to my daughter's wedding ? It makes no
difference to you . You'd persecute an old man ! ” " What's your daughter to me ? "
“ But maybe Andrei Gon means something to you ? ” the old man suddenly ...
It means you don't care that I'm hurrying to my daughter's wedding ? It makes no
difference to you . You'd persecute an old man ! ” " What's your daughter to me ? "
“ But maybe Andrei Gon means something to you ? ” the old man suddenly ...
Page 223
Please , don't worry about me . I've lived alone for two years . I'll survive . ” Mama
was wearing glasses then . She had broken the frame and they were held
together by tape . Mama took off her glasses , looked at the tape for a long time ,
and ...
Please , don't worry about me . I've lived alone for two years . I'll survive . ” Mama
was wearing glasses then . She had broken the frame and they were held
together by tape . Mama took off her glasses , looked at the tape for a long time ,
and ...
Page 389
Don't weaken yourself . ” The words worked . Lelya calmed down . Lelya was
always pulling back on top of me the overcoat which would slip off . We never
talked together at night . We lay there quietly and listened to the rustling of the
straw ...
Don't weaken yourself . ” The words worked . Lelya calmed down . Lelya was
always pulling back on top of me the overcoat which would slip off . We never
talked together at night . We lay there quietly and listened to the rustling of the
straw ...
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Carp | 16 |
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