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... window . But I was happy . For the first time I was feeling that traveler's serenity in which you don't have to think about anything at all but just look out of the window at the fields of rye , the woods , the little stations where ...
... window . But I was happy . For the first time I was feeling that traveler's serenity in which you don't have to think about anything at all but just look out of the window at the fields of rye , the woods , the little stations where ...
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... window sill . It was so quiet that I could hear our horses snorting where they were tethered to the trees in the garden . Then a slow rumbling rolled up from a great distance , passed over the bathhouse , and died away somewhere in the ...
... window sill . It was so quiet that I could hear our horses snorting where they were tethered to the trees in the garden . Then a slow rumbling rolled up from a great distance , passed over the bathhouse , and died away somewhere in the ...
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... window . I looked at the window : there was neither moon nor stars . The sky must have been covered by clouds . A deep silence was all around me . But I had the feeling that I had been wakened by some kind of sound . I lay and waited ...
... window . I looked at the window : there was neither moon nor stars . The sky must have been covered by clouds . A deep silence was all around me . But I had the feeling that I had been wakened by some kind of sound . I lay and waited ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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