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Page 97
... looked like glass . From the bank we could see clouds of little minnows swimming near its bottom . Finally we found a rotting cross near a spring . A tin cup was hanging on its crossbeam . Morning - glories had grown around the cup and ...
... looked like glass . From the bank we could see clouds of little minnows swimming near its bottom . Finally we found a rotting cross near a spring . A tin cup was hanging on its crossbeam . Morning - glories had grown around the cup and ...
Page 187
... looked at the little boy . He looked as if he were trying hard to remember something , but couldn't think of it . Sevruk touched my arm . I looked around . He pointed with his eyes to one side of the coffin . I looked . There the old ...
... looked at the little boy . He looked as if he were trying hard to remember something , but couldn't think of it . Sevruk touched my arm . I looked around . He pointed with his eyes to one side of the coffin . I looked . There the old ...
Page 204
... looked at Suboch curiously . " Thank you , " Suboch said . “ It seemed to me that something strange happened in the class . " Platon Fedorovich looked at Suboch expectantly . " Just what kind of thing ? " he asked ingratiatingly ...
... looked at Suboch curiously . " Thank you , " Suboch said . “ It seemed to me that something strange happened in the class . " Platon Fedorovich looked at Suboch expectantly . " Just what kind of thing ? " he asked ingratiatingly ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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