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Dima and I spent the whole day in the courtyard . We heard shots about noon . Then the shots became more frequent . A fire started on Vassilkovskaya Street . Scraps of burning paper fell in our courtyard . In the afternoon my father ...
Dima and I spent the whole day in the courtyard . We heard shots about noon . Then the shots became more frequent . A fire started on Vassilkovskaya Street . Scraps of burning paper fell in our courtyard . In the afternoon my father ...
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She was glad when we spent whole days at the seashore and didn't bother her . I wandered for whole days up to my waist in the water , catching crabs under stones . It ended up with my catching cold somehow , when I was swimming in the ...
She was glad when we spent whole days at the seashore and didn't bother her . I wandered for whole days up to my waist in the water , catching crabs under stones . It ended up with my catching cold somehow , when I was swimming in the ...
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I would leave the house early in the morning and walk through the whole city to the Noyevsky Park or I would loaf around the outskirts , most often of all beyond Presna and in the fields around Devichi . These were hungry times .
I would leave the house early in the morning and walk through the whole city to the Noyevsky Park or I would loaf around the outskirts , most often of all beyond Presna and in the fields around Devichi . These were hungry times .
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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