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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 ?
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 ?
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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 ...
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 ...
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And you don't have the right to make me doubt it now . Don't interrupt me . Yes .... The next morning our ship was supposed to tie up at Simbirsk , and you'd never believe what went through my head . I only knew one thing I wasn't going ...
And you don't have the right to make me doubt it now . Don't interrupt me . Yes .... The next morning our ship was supposed to tie up at Simbirsk , and you'd never believe what went through my head . I only knew one thing I wasn't going ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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