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... smell of kerosene hung in layers around us . The night light flickered . The old lady groaned . Sevruk sat up on the hay next to me . " It would be better to lie outside in the wagon , " he said . " I'll have a heart attack from this ...
... smell of kerosene hung in layers around us . The night light flickered . The old lady groaned . Sevruk sat up on the hay next to me . " It would be better to lie outside in the wagon , " he said . " I'll have a heart attack from this ...
Page 440
... smell will make your heart beat faster - it's the smell of the ocean and of wormwood , a smell which makes you lightheaded with its reminder of voyages that heal the heart and enrich the mind . " Little greenish waves dance around the ...
... smell will make your heart beat faster - it's the smell of the ocean and of wormwood , a smell which makes you lightheaded with its reminder of voyages that heal the heart and enrich the mind . " Little greenish waves dance around the ...
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... smell of printer's ink , and the smell of rye bread . The army brought this second village smell with it . The city was filled with soldiers pouring back from the front in spite of Kerensky's strident orders . Moscow was transformed ...
... smell of printer's ink , and the smell of rye bread . The army brought this second village smell with it . The city was filled with soldiers pouring back from the front in spite of Kerensky's strident orders . Moscow was transformed ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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