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Page 91
Whoever knows the Magnificat , let him raise his hand . ” The Poles did not raise
a hand . But sometimes it happened that one of the Orthodox students would
raise his hand , some unhappy fugitive from Tregubov . " Well , ” Olendsky would
say ...
Whoever knows the Magnificat , let him raise his hand . ” The Poles did not raise
a hand . But sometimes it happened that one of the Orthodox students would
raise his hand , some unhappy fugitive from Tregubov . " Well , ” Olendsky would
say ...
Page 124
Her light hair was carefully braided and it hung down both sides of her
sunburned face onto her breast . Lena had come to say good - by before going
off to Yalta . When Mama walked out of the room , Lena put her hand on my
forehead .
Her light hair was carefully braided and it hung down both sides of her
sunburned face onto her breast . Lena had come to say good - by before going
off to Yalta . When Mama walked out of the room , Lena put her hand on my
forehead .
Page 389
In answer she would press her burning face to the palm of my hand and begin to
cry harder . Vera Sevastyanovna said to her once : " Lelya , stop it . Don't weaken
yourself . ” The words worked . Lelya calmed down . Lelya was always pulling ...
In answer she would press her burning face to the palm of my hand and begin to
cry harder . Vera Sevastyanovna said to her once : " Lelya , stop it . Don't weaken
yourself . ” The words worked . Lelya calmed down . Lelya was always pulling ...
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