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That dry autumn ended in heavy rains . This was the worst of all for conductors . Drafts in the cars , the sticky mud on the floors , mixed with torn - off corners of the tickets , the fusty smell of wet clothing , and streaming windows ...
That dry autumn ended in heavy rains . This was the worst of all for conductors . Drafts in the cars , the sticky mud on the floors , mixed with torn - off corners of the tickets , the fusty smell of wet clothing , and streaming windows ...
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The waves bounded against the bow , the rowboat flew into the darkness , and I could hear the sea throwing heavy buckets of water into its bottom . My feet were already in water above my ankles . I had to bail it out .
The waves bounded against the bow , the rowboat flew into the darkness , and I could hear the sea throwing heavy buckets of water into its bottom . My feet were already in water above my ankles . I had to bail it out .
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I could hear something heavy being dragged down the corridor , probably a machine gun . Someone , swearing jerkily , gave the command : " Four men up to the second floor ! Don't let them in the windows ! " Something exploded with a ...
I could hear something heavy being dragged down the corridor , probably a machine gun . Someone , swearing jerkily , gave the command : " Four men up to the second floor ! Don't let them in the windows ! " Something exploded with a ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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