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He stopped me , asked how my studies were going , and said : “ Do you remember the butterfly ? From the island of Borneo ? Well , I don't have that butterfly any more . ” I was silent . Cherpunov looked at me attentively .
He stopped me , asked how my studies were going , and said : “ Do you remember the butterfly ? From the island of Borneo ? Well , I don't have that butterfly any more . ” I was silent . Cherpunov looked at me attentively .
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I don't remember what night it was that Lelya said to me , very quietly : " If I die , don't burn me in a shed . " Her whole body shuddered . " Nonsense ! " I answered . I took her hand , and I could feel my own heart shrink .
I don't remember what night it was that Lelya said to me , very quietly : " If I die , don't burn me in a shed . " Her whole body shuddered . " Nonsense ! " I answered . I took her hand , and I could feel my own heart shrink .
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But for some reason I remember the tiniest details about that gate corner . I remember seven dents made by bullets . On top they were white ( where there had been plaster ) , and below they were red ( where there had been brick ) .
But for some reason I remember the tiniest details about that gate corner . I remember seven dents made by bullets . On top they were white ( where there had been plaster ) , and below they were red ( where there had been brick ) .
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My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
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