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But you and I did not spend the night at the inn , and we've seen nothing . All right ? " " All right , " I agreed . A low but distinct whistle came from across the river . Sevruk stopped the horses . The whistle was repeated .
But you and I did not spend the night at the inn , and we've seen nothing . All right ? " " All right , " I agreed . A low but distinct whistle came from across the river . Sevruk stopped the horses . The whistle was repeated .
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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 frightened by the storm .
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 frightened by the storm .
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As if you'd seen thousands of girls as pretty as that ? ” " No , " I answered . “ I've never seen anyone like her . Never . ” “ Ryabinka was her name , " the soldier said , reassured . “ She died just before the war . In childbirth .
As if you'd seen thousands of girls as pretty as that ? ” " No , " I answered . “ I've never seen anyone like her . Never . ” “ Ryabinka was her name , " the soldier said , reassured . “ She died just before the war . In childbirth .
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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