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Page 141
Some of our friends would always come to drink tea with us , and to sit and
talksometimes Ivanov , sometimes the Rumyantsev sisters , sometimes Aunt
Marusya . Ivanov would sit on an empty box , without taking off his overcoat or his
gloves ...
Some of our friends would always come to drink tea with us , and to sit and
talksometimes Ivanov , sometimes the Rumyantsev sisters , sometimes Aunt
Marusya . Ivanov would sit on an empty box , without taking off his overcoat or his
gloves ...
Page 231
A warm wind would sometimes blow the fog away . At Lukyanovka there was a
smell of melting snow and of bark — the wind brought this from beyond the
Dnieper , from the Chernigov woods which were already darkening with spring .
A warm wind would sometimes blow the fog away . At Lukyanovka there was a
smell of melting snow and of bark — the wind brought this from beyond the
Dnieper , from the Chernigov woods which were already darkening with spring .
Page 418
... smoking in his mouth , he would tell me patronizingly but with obvious pleasure
about each of his finds . Sometimes it was a wooden gate dating from the time of
Peter the Great , sometimes just an intricately carved banister on a balcony ...
... smoking in his mouth , he would tell me patronizingly but with obvious pleasure
about each of his finds . Sometimes it was a wooden gate dating from the time of
Peter the Great , sometimes just an intricately carved banister on a balcony ...
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