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Konstantin Paustovsky. This was a good day . I stopped being shy , and I told her
about Ryovna , about my geography teacher Cherpunov , and about my Aunt
Nadya . Lena kept quietly filling my plate with grapes , then with greengage
plums .
Konstantin Paustovsky. This was a good day . I stopped being shy , and I told her
about Ryovna , about my geography teacher Cherpunov , and about my Aunt
Nadya . Lena kept quietly filling my plate with grapes , then with greengage
plums .
Page 162
We tried to talk to him about Balzac and Dumas , about Hugo and Daudet , but
Monsieur Govasse either kept silent or told us that this literature was for
grownups , not for little Russian boys who did not yet know the difference
between the ...
We tried to talk to him about Balzac and Dumas , about Hugo and Daudet , but
Monsieur Govasse either kept silent or told us that this literature was for
grownups , not for little Russian boys who did not yet know the difference
between the ...
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Grinko told him about his misadventures . The man listened attentively , leaned
over , and said in a low voice : “ I will set you free . ” " How ? " " No joking . It's
stupid to get sent to Siberia on such a foolish charge as yours . In two years of
exile ...
Grinko told him about his misadventures . The man listened attentively , leaned
over , and said in a low voice : “ I will set you free . ” " How ? " " No joking . It's
stupid to get sent to Siberia on such a foolish charge as yours . In two years of
exile ...
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