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Page 104
... took offense for my father , but I went down to the river . Gleb Afanasiev walked with me . He became suddenly very serious . " Yes , Kostik ! " he said to me on the way , and he sighed deeply . I told my father that Chekhov had died ...
... took offense for my father , but I went down to the river . Gleb Afanasiev walked with me . He became suddenly very serious . " Yes , Kostik ! " he said to me on the way , and he sighed deeply . I told my father that Chekhov had died ...
Page 259
... took me a long time to get used to the fact that we were not required to attend lectures and that there was no penalty for spending the time reading at home or simply wandering around the city . I grew used to the university gradually ...
... took me a long time to get used to the fact that we were not required to attend lectures and that there was no penalty for spending the time reading at home or simply wandering around the city . I grew used to the university gradually ...
Page 353
... took me by the shoul- ders , shook me , and stared into my eyes . " If you only knew how sorry I am for every lad who lands up in this madhouse , this bed- lam , this burning pigsty , this nest of lice , this hellish meatgrinder , this ...
... took me by the shoul- ders , shook me , and stared into my eyes . " If you only knew how sorry I am for every lad who lands up in this madhouse , this bed- lam , this burning pigsty , this nest of lice , this hellish meatgrinder , this ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
Carp | 16 |
The Pink Oleanders | 29 |
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