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Page 244
... moved behind it , like petrified cotton . These were the storm clouds seen through the smoke . Dead silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped splashing . Even the leaves stopped quivering , as if ...
... moved behind it , like petrified cotton . These were the storm clouds seen through the smoke . Dead silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped splashing . Even the leaves stopped quivering , as if ...
Page 456
... moved when the elements move . " Polonsky , of course , was right . If I wanted to be a writer , then I belonged in the thick of life and of what was happening , and could not withdraw to this remote quiet and satisfy myself with music ...
... moved when the elements move . " Polonsky , of course , was right . If I wanted to be a writer , then I belonged in the thick of life and of what was happening , and could not withdraw to this remote quiet and satisfy myself with music ...
Page 552
... moved past me , but not one of them stayed with me even for a few years . People appeared for a moment and then moved on , and I knew I was unlikely ever to see them again . Obviously to console myself , I remembered Lermontov's words ...
... moved past me , but not one of them stayed with me even for a few years . People appeared for a moment and then moved on , and I knew I was unlikely ever to see them again . Obviously to console myself , I remembered Lermontov's words ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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