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And someone's voice — a woman's , a young voice - called for the blacksmith . " Ostap went out , and stood stock - still . At the very door of his smithy a black horse was prancing , and on it was a woman of fabulous beauty in a long ...
And someone's voice — a woman's , a young voice - called for the blacksmith . " Ostap went out , and stood stock - still . At the very door of his smithy a black horse was prancing , and on it was a woman of fabulous beauty in a long ...
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The woman threw herself after him . Her slippers made sounds like pistol fire . " Give it to me ! " she screamed . “ At least three rubles ! Or just two ! " But the count had descended the staircase with incredible speed and disappeared ...
The woman threw herself after him . Her slippers made sounds like pistol fire . " Give it to me ! " she screamed . “ At least three rubles ! Or just two ! " But the count had descended the staircase with incredible speed and disappeared ...
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old woman white with rage sitting on it , and all the little boys along the track whistling and hooting at her . She untied her bag at every stop and ate , greedily and enormously . Maybe she didn't want to eat each time , but she was ...
old woman white with rage sitting on it , and all the little boys along the track whistling and hooting at her . She untied her bag at every stop and ate , greedily and enormously . Maybe she didn't want to eat each time , but she was ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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