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... 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 . Finally she said : " Why did you come in an unbuttoned coat in weather ...
... 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 . Finally she said : " Why did you come in an unbuttoned coat in weather ...
Page 162
... told us that this literature was for grownups , not for little Russian boys who did not yet know the difference ... told us that man had been created to live without strong emotions . This was why it was necessary to obey rules and to be ...
... told us that this literature was for grownups , not for little Russian boys who did not yet know the difference ... told us that man had been created to live without strong emotions . This was why it was necessary to obey rules and to be ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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