Story of a lifePantheon Books, 1964 - Authors, Russian |
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... felt I was the luckiest of men when I managed to get a few tablets of saccharine . It sweetened my beetroot tea , and as I drank it with a burnt crust of bread I felt new strength pouring into my veins . -- All our money went on barley ...
... felt I was the luckiest of men when I managed to get a few tablets of saccharine . It sweetened my beetroot tea , and as I drank it with a burnt crust of bread I felt new strength pouring into my veins . -- All our money went on barley ...
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... felt deeply and genuinely grateful for that bay and its wretched soil . It might have been a Biblical desert , a land that God had cursed from now to all eternity . But its desiccated and barren body shielded us from the merciless ...
... felt deeply and genuinely grateful for that bay and its wretched soil . It might have been a Biblical desert , a land that God had cursed from now to all eternity . But its desiccated and barren body shielded us from the merciless ...
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... felt as though my face were warmed by its unseen rays . With all my being I sensed , on that January day , how gentle was the south , how soft its air , how pleasant its humidity . I had been to Sebastopol as a child , and again during ...
... felt as though my face were warmed by its unseen rays . With all my being I sensed , on that January day , how gentle was the south , how soft its air , how pleasant its humidity . I had been to Sebastopol as a child , and again during ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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