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Konstantin Paustovsky. dawn . Everyone grew quiet . The blue light mixed with the light from the lamp on a table . Faces looked dull and beautiful . " The nicest time of all is after a muddled night , ” the old man in the student's ...
Konstantin Paustovsky. dawn . Everyone grew quiet . The blue light mixed with the light from the lamp on a table . Faces looked dull and beautiful . " The nicest time of all is after a muddled night , ” the old man in the student's ...
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... lights at different distances from the port . I no longer remember their order , but I think that inside the harbor itself the light showed red , farther out green , and really far away white . I stared at it . It was a white light ...
... lights at different distances from the port . I no longer remember their order , but I think that inside the harbor itself the light showed red , farther out green , and really far away white . I stared at it . It was a white light ...
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... light of my match had served as a kind of signal to the Red Army soldiers who had quietly surrounded the building . Most of the firing was aimed at the room where I was sitting on the floor . Bullets hit the chandelier . I could hear ...
... light of my match had served as a kind of signal to the Red Army soldiers who had quietly surrounded the building . Most of the firing was aimed at the room where I was sitting on the floor . Bullets hit the chandelier . I could hear ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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