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Page 46
Let them see how our world suffers . Maybe it will do them good when they get to
be students . ” At first we used to go there only in battalions . Then I grew
accustomed to the inhabitants of the yar and started to go alone . I hid this for a
long time ...
Let them see how our world suffers . Maybe it will do them good when they get to
be students . ” At first we used to go there only in battalions . Then I grew
accustomed to the inhabitants of the yar and started to go alone . I hid this for a
long time ...
Page 148
It moved still farther away and grew softer , as if it were looking back at me and
nodding its head . Then Aunt Marusya said : “ You have a weak boy there . Too
much emotion for him . ” “ Who has me ? ” I asked . “ Go to sleep , " Aunt
Marusya's ...
It moved still farther away and grew softer , as if it were looking back at me and
nodding its head . Then Aunt Marusya said : “ You have a weak boy there . Too
much emotion for him . ” “ Who has me ? ” I asked . “ Go to sleep , " Aunt
Marusya's ...
Page 162
But the older we grew the more we loved French literature and we tried to read
French writers in the original . To do this we learned the language by ourselves
or with the help of private tutors , washing our hands of our phlegmatic Breton .
But the older we grew the more we loved French literature and we tried to read
French writers in the original . To do this we learned the language by ourselves
or with the help of private tutors , washing our hands of our phlegmatic Breton .
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