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... quietly . " That won't happen . " " You'll see your mother , " my father whispered . " I have treated her badly ... May she forgive . . . " He was silent , and he pressed my hand weakly . I did not understand his words then , and only ...
... quietly . " That won't happen . " " You'll see your mother , " my father whispered . " I have treated her badly ... May she forgive . . . " He was silent , and he pressed my hand weakly . I did not understand his words then , and only ...
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... quietly parted to make way for us . The little boy was lying in a narrow pine coffin with his flax - colored hair carefully combed . In his bloodless hands , crossed on his breast , he held a tall , thin candle . It flickered while it ...
... quietly parted to make way for us . The little boy was lying in a narrow pine coffin with his flax - colored hair carefully combed . In his bloodless hands , crossed on his breast , he held a tall , thin candle . It flickered while it ...
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... quietly and listened to the rustling of the straw under the eaves . Sometimes the roar of distant artillery fire would float up to our shed . Then everyone would lift his head and listen . If the front would only catch up to us quickly ...
... quietly and listened to the rustling of the straw under the eaves . Sometimes the roar of distant artillery fire would float up to our shed . Then everyone would lift his head and listen . If the front would only catch up to us quickly ...
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Carp | 16 |
The Pink Oleanders | 29 |
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