Story of a lifePantheon Books, 1964 - Authors, Russian |
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Page 65
... broke off , and turned the glycerine soap over in her hands . ' Will you do me a favour ? ' she asked . ' Before Abram comes home . Pour some water into that saucer , and put the soap in it . And there's a dry bunch of flowers standing ...
... broke off , and turned the glycerine soap over in her hands . ' Will you do me a favour ? ' she asked . ' Before Abram comes home . Pour some water into that saucer , and put the soap in it . And there's a dry bunch of flowers standing ...
Page 121
... broke away and went skipping gaily down to the sea . So it was safer to sleep on the verandah facing the steppe . Our garden stood waist high in grey weeds . Tiny poppies , the size of finger nails , struggled through them and looked ...
... broke away and went skipping gaily down to the sea . So it was safer to sleep on the verandah facing the steppe . Our garden stood waist high in grey weeds . Tiny poppies , the size of finger nails , struggled through them and looked ...
Page 156
... broke into theatrical sobs . Shengeli rose , on fire with old - world chivalry . The mob of poets and their dishevelled girl - friends had dared insult an innocent woman ! Shame ! He shouted a few insults at the crowd . Then Bagritsky ...
... broke into theatrical sobs . Shengeli rose , on fire with old - world chivalry . The mob of poets and their dishevelled girl - friends had dared insult an innocent woman ! Shame ! He shouted a few insults at the crowd . Then Bagritsky ...
Contents
Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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