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There in the mud on the bank he found an extraordinary creature with a copper head bound around with wires . The soldiers had knocked this creature down and piled on top of it while it awkwardly tried to kick them away with its heavy ...
There in the mud on the bank he found an extraordinary creature with a copper head bound around with wires . The soldiers had knocked this creature down and piled on top of it while it awkwardly tried to kick them away with its heavy ...
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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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Having sent it , I began to regret it , but it was too late . The train got into Kharkov early on a chilly morning . Lyuba was waiting for me on the platform . She was wearing a short jacket , with a light shawl over her head .
Having sent it , I began to regret it , but it was too late . The train got into Kharkov early on a chilly morning . Lyuba was waiting for me on the platform . She was wearing a short jacket , with a light shawl over her head .
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