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Page 346
... road , and acacia seeds beat into my face . It seemed to me that I was all alone in the world . I would have given a great deal right then to see Mama , to have her stroke my hair and say : “ Ah , how incorrigible you are , Kostik ! " I ...
... road , and acacia seeds beat into my face . It seemed to me that I was all alone in the world . I would have given a great deal right then to see Mama , to have her stroke my hair and say : “ Ah , how incorrigible you are , Kostik ! " I ...
Page 359
... road . We walked all day along little roads . I checked the map often . The smoke of fires surrounded us now on all sides . It formed into heavy wreaths and floated off to the east . It seemed to me that the only peaceful sound I heard ...
... road . We walked all day along little roads . I checked the map often . The smoke of fires surrounded us now on all sides . It formed into heavy wreaths and floated off to the east . It seemed to me that the only peaceful sound I heard ...
Page 403
... road near our front - line positions . A gloomy wind was blowing . The road was covered with ice . My horse was moving at a walk , trying not to slip . It soon grew so dark that I couldn't see the bushes by the side of the road ...
... road near our front - line positions . A gloomy wind was blowing . The road was covered with ice . My horse was moving at a walk , trying not to slip . It soon grew so dark that I couldn't see the bushes by the side of the road ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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