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... side to side , trying to extinguish it . I made a bet with myself — that if it were not blown out this would mean something good would happen in my life . The flame fought stubbornly with the wind all night , and was still burning in ...
... side to side , trying to extinguish it . I made a bet with myself — that if it were not blown out this would mean something good would happen in my life . The flame fought stubbornly with the wind all night , and was still burning in ...
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... side - not only the people , the villages and the towns , but even the sky and the trees . This was how I had ... side of the frontier . The same dry chicory grew on both sides of the path . Your foot sank into the sand just the way it ...
... side - not only the people , the villages and the towns , but even the sky and the trees . This was how I had ... side of the frontier . The same dry chicory grew on both sides of the path . Your foot sank into the sand just the way it ...
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... side to side , turning around , and whistling evilly past my oars . The waves bounded against the bow , the rowboat flew into the darkness , and I could hear the sea throwing heavy buckets of water into its bottom . My feet were already ...
... side to side , turning around , and whistling evilly past my oars . The waves bounded against the bow , the rowboat flew into the darkness , and I could hear the sea throwing heavy buckets of water into its bottom . My feet were already ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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