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Page 123
Most surprising of all is the fact that in all my life I have never met anyone who
wanted to understand , let alone approve , this habit . But Lena believed me . She
wanted to believe everything I thought up for her . If I didn't show up with Galya at
...
Most surprising of all is the fact that in all my life I have never met anyone who
wanted to understand , let alone approve , this habit . But Lena believed me . She
wanted to believe everything I thought up for her . If I didn't show up with Galya at
...
Page 363
I very much wanted him to come back . I needed some kind of living being who
could not understand what war was , and who might think the world was just as
fine a place as it had been a month or a year ago . For the nettles were still
growing ...
I very much wanted him to come back . I needed some kind of living being who
could not understand what war was , and who might think the world was just as
fine a place as it had been a month or a year ago . For the nettles were still
growing ...
Page 417
That's what I wanted to chat with you about . We've been watching you for a long
time . But it looks as if you hadn't noticed . ” “ What for ? ” I asked , taken aback . “
Making up our minds , ” Bugayenko answered , and he laughed . " Nowadays ...
That's what I wanted to chat with you about . We've been watching you for a long
time . But it looks as if you hadn't noticed . ” “ What for ? ” I asked , taken aback . “
Making up our minds , ” Bugayenko answered , and he laughed . " Nowadays ...
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