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Page 295
... morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow buntings bathing in the dew . And thinks : " Today I'll go into the woods to pick some red bilberries , and maybe I'll get a basket full , and maybe I won't but I'll just lie down under a ...
... morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow buntings bathing in the dew . And thinks : " Today I'll go into the woods to pick some red bilberries , and maybe I'll get a basket full , and maybe I won't but I'll just lie down under a ...
Page 346
... morning to you ! " he said . " You look just like the sculptor Antokolsky's statue of Mephistopheles . " " There is no such statue ! " I answered angrily , even though I knew perfectly well that the statue does exist , and I jumped down ...
... morning to you ! " he said . " You look just like the sculptor Antokolsky's statue of Mephistopheles . " " There is no such statue ! " I answered angrily , even though I knew perfectly well that the statue does exist , and I jumped down ...
Page 565
... morning by the cannon fire which went on steadily in a circle around Kiev . I would get up , fix the stove , look at the Botanical Gardens where the hoarfrost was being shaken from the twigs by the artillery fire , and then I would go ...
... morning by the cannon fire which went on steadily in a circle around Kiev . I would get up , fix the stove , look at the Botanical Gardens where the hoarfrost was being shaken from the twigs by the artillery fire , and then I would go ...
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