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Grandmother was always anxious about her health , and she complained at once about a pain in her heart . From the pocket of his brown cassock , the monk took a handful of small hearts , arms , heads , and even toy babies , all made of ...
Grandmother was always anxious about her health , and she complained at once about a pain in her heart . From the pocket of his brown cassock , the monk took a handful of small hearts , arms , heads , and even toy babies , all made of ...
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So God laughed And asked : " Who will bring me his heart ? Who does not begrudge me his heart as a present ? ” A young woman in a white scarf uttered a quiet little shriek . The blind man was silent , then he turned toward the woman ...
So God laughed And asked : " Who will bring me his heart ? Who does not begrudge me his heart as a present ? ” A young woman in a white scarf uttered a quiet little shriek . The blind man was silent , then he turned toward the woman ...
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God stood up and held out this weak little heart . He stood up all - powerful , and cursed injustice . And black clouds rolled over the earth , The woods trembled under the great thunder , And God's voice rang out to be heard by all ...
God stood up and held out this weak little heart . He stood up all - powerful , and cursed injustice . And black clouds rolled over the earth , The woods trembled under the great thunder , And God's voice rang out to be heard by all ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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