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Page 104
He became suddenly very serious . " Yes , Kostikl ” he said to me on the way , and he sighed deeply . I told my father that Chekhov had died . My father suddenly grew pinched in the face , and all hunched over .
He became suddenly very serious . " Yes , Kostikl ” he said to me on the way , and he sighed deeply . I told my father that Chekhov had died . My father suddenly grew pinched in the face , and all hunched over .
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Suddenly , in the middle of the night , the firing stopped . We all pricked up our ears . This quiet seemed more dangerous than the firing had been . But it didn't last long . Soon we could hear separate voices yelling in the pitch ...
Suddenly , in the middle of the night , the firing stopped . We all pricked up our ears . This quiet seemed more dangerous than the firing had been . But it didn't last long . Soon we could hear separate voices yelling in the pitch ...
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he suddenly asked me in a rough , challenging voice . “ As if you'd seen thousands of girls as pretty as that ? ” " No , " I answered . “ I've never seen anyone like her . Never . ” " Ryabinka was her name , ” the soldier said ...
he suddenly asked me in a rough , challenging voice . “ As if you'd seen thousands of girls as pretty as that ? ” " No , " I answered . “ I've never seen anyone like her . Never . ” " Ryabinka was her name , ” the soldier said ...
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