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Little motes of dust began to fly in the sunshine from one corner to the other , all at once and as if by command , and then to fly back again just as quickly . The train was pulling out of the tangled outskirts of Kiev and was rounding ...
Little motes of dust began to fly in the sunshine from one corner to the other , all at once and as if by command , and then to fly back again just as quickly . The train was pulling out of the tangled outskirts of Kiev and was rounding ...
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It will go away quickly . Did you really not get my telegram ? ” While the exhausted Orlenev was coming out to make his bows and receive the flowers flying toward the stage , my father told us quickly that he had got a new position at a ...
It will go away quickly . Did you really not get my telegram ? ” While the exhausted Orlenev was coming out to make his bows and receive the flowers flying toward the stage , my father told us quickly that he had got a new position at a ...
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Everything which had been achieved so easily and so quickly since the February Revolution turned out to be only the first beginnings of the great change . This became clear to everybody later . But at that time one only sensed it .
Everything which had been achieved so easily and so quickly since the February Revolution turned out to be only the first beginnings of the great change . This became clear to everybody later . But at that time one only sensed it .
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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