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Page 226
... thought of Lena , and I was staggered at the thought of how many people walk out of one's life and never return . It had happened with Lena , and Aunt Nadya , and my grandfather the beekeeper , and my father , and Uncle Yusia , and many ...
... thought of Lena , and I was staggered at the thought of how many people walk out of one's life and never return . It had happened with Lena , and Aunt Nadya , and my grandfather the beekeeper , and my father , and Uncle Yusia , and many ...
Page 519
... thought , the vehicle for its transmission from generation to generation , from century to century . The book has carried thought throughout time in all its original purity and its fascinating subtlety , as fresh as when it first was ...
... thought , the vehicle for its transmission from generation to generation , from century to century . The book has carried thought throughout time in all its original purity and its fascinating subtlety , as fresh as when it first was ...
Page 528
... thought about Lenin and about the enormous movement which that amazingly simple man was leading , the man who had just walked through that cheering , excited crowd of soldiers . I thought about my civil guardsman , and about his young ...
... thought about Lenin and about the enormous movement which that amazingly simple man was leading , the man who had just walked through that cheering , excited crowd of soldiers . I thought about my civil guardsman , and about his young ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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