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... heard the noise of waves on a breakwater , and the sea flowed into me as a magnificent , not very clear , dream flows into one's memory . Two black warships with yellow funnels stood in the roadstead —The Twelve Apostles and The Three ...
... heard the noise of waves on a breakwater , and the sea flowed into me as a magnificent , not very clear , dream flows into one's memory . Two black warships with yellow funnels stood in the roadstead —The Twelve Apostles and The Three ...
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... heard the word “ meningitis ” for the first time from my mother . " God knows where his games will take him , " Mama said one day . " If only it doesn't all end in meningitis ! " I had heard that meningitis was a little boys ' disease ...
... heard the word “ meningitis ” for the first time from my mother . " God knows where his games will take him , " Mama said one day . " If only it doesn't all end in meningitis ! " I had heard that meningitis was a little boys ' disease ...
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... heard nothing from them . So I decided to go on foot to Kopan in the spring , even though I was warned that the wild " Dimersky " Republic lay across my road and that I had no chance of getting through it alive . But then new events ...
... heard nothing from them . So I decided to go on foot to Kopan in the spring , even though I was warned that the wild " Dimersky " Republic lay across my road and that I had no chance of getting through it alive . But then new events ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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