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THE TRIP TO CHENSTOKHOV In Cherkasy , on the Dnieper , lived my other
grandmotherVikentiya Ivanovna , a tall old Polish woman . She had a lot of
daughters , who were my aunts . One of them , Yefrosinya Grigorievna , was the
director of ...
THE TRIP TO CHENSTOKHOV In Cherkasy , on the Dnieper , lived my other
grandmotherVikentiya Ivanovna , a tall old Polish woman . She had a lot of
daughters , who were my aunts . One of them , Yefrosinya Grigorievna , was the
director of ...
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I lived through the winter and the summer in this friendly family of artillerymen .
But the bitter taste of ... father , and I was sometimes ashamed to be living in a
warm and hospitable house where the mood was always equable Artillerymen [
141 ]
I lived through the winter and the summer in this friendly family of artillerymen .
But the bitter taste of ... father , and I was sometimes ashamed to be living in a
warm and hospitable house where the mood was always equable Artillerymen [
141 ]
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Now , of course , I sometimes feel I must have seen the wooden house in which
he lived . It seems that way , perhaps , because there were so many such warm
little houses in Simbirsk , throwing light through their windows onto the narrow ...
Now , of course , I sometimes feel I must have seen the wooden house in which
he lived . It seems that way , perhaps , because there were so many such warm
little houses in Simbirsk , throwing light through their windows onto the narrow ...
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