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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 .
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 .
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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 .
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 .
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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 ...
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 ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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