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SVYATOSLAVSKAYA STREET Our trips to Cherkasy and to Gorodishche were the holidays in my childhood , but the rest of the year was lived in Kiev , on Svyatoslavskaya Street , where we lived through the long winters in a gloomy ...
SVYATOSLAVSKAYA STREET Our trips to Cherkasy and to Gorodishche were the holidays in my childhood , but the rest of the year was lived in Kiev , on Svyatoslavskaya Street , where we lived through the long winters in a gloomy ...
Page 108
I pulled my cap back on and walked home to NikolskoBotanicheskaya Street . It was already growing dark . A purple sunset was reflected in the windows . By this time of day street lights were usually lighted , but for some reason no one ...
I pulled my cap back on and walked home to NikolskoBotanicheskaya Street . It was already growing dark . A purple sunset was reflected in the windows . By this time of day street lights were usually lighted , but for some reason no one ...
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The pages floated down on to the street all around us . This delighted us . Each of us in turn did the same with his textbook . In a minute the street was white with paper . A policeman whistled at us and we ran .
The pages floated down on to the street all around us . This delighted us . Each of us in turn did the same with his textbook . In a minute the street was white with paper . A policeman whistled at us and we ran .
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My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
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