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Page 105
We all stood up . “ On the occasion of the imperial manifesto on the granting of civil liberties to our people , ” Bodyansky said , “ all classes in the gymnasium will be canceled for three days . I congratulate youl Put your books away ...
We all stood up . “ On the occasion of the imperial manifesto on the granting of civil liberties to our people , ” Bodyansky said , “ all classes in the gymnasium will be canceled for three days . I congratulate youl Put your books away ...
Page 187
There the old beggars stood in a row . They were all dressed in identical brown robes with wooden staffs , shining with age , in their hands . Their gray heads were raised . The beggars were looking up at the altar where there was a ...
There the old beggars stood in a row . They were all dressed in identical brown robes with wooden staffs , shining with age , in their hands . Their gray heads were raised . The beggars were looking up at the altar where there was a ...
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We stood there for a long time looking at the spurs of the Carpathians . They lay heavily in the distance , like clouds . A guard walked up to us , and also stood and looked . “ No matter how hard you try , ” he said at last ...
We stood there for a long time looking at the spurs of the Carpathians . They lay heavily in the distance , like clouds . A guard walked up to us , and also stood and looked . “ No matter how hard you try , ” he said at last ...
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