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So how are you going to write about all that's good in life ? ' ' I'll write as much of it as I can . At first I'll write about how an old man lives in a hut by a river , and goes out every morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow ...
So how are you going to write about all that's good in life ? ' ' I'll write as much of it as I can . At first I'll write about how an old man lives in a hut by a river , and goes out every morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow ...
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And this was his problem : they wanted to put out a leaflet against despotism but they had nobody to write it . It would be best if I , obviously a literary man , would write it for them and they , the workers , could correct it and ...
And this was his problem : they wanted to put out a leaflet against despotism but they had nobody to write it . It would be best if I , obviously a literary man , would write it for them and they , the workers , could correct it and ...
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But we will have to write a detailed agreement about your living on my place . Otherwise , it's out of the question . " I agreed to this . I felt as if a most extraordinary play was being acted in front of me . Shuisky pulled a yellowed ...
But we will have to write a detailed agreement about your living on my place . Otherwise , it's out of the question . " I agreed to this . I felt as if a most extraordinary play was being acted in front of me . Shuisky pulled a yellowed ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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