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Besides Rumyantsev and his sisters , a frequent visitor to Uncle Kolya's was Staff
Captain Ivanov , a very clean man with white hands , a meticulously pointed light
beard , and a delicate voice . In typical bachelor fashion , Ivanov became a ...
Besides Rumyantsev and his sisters , a frequent visitor to Uncle Kolya's was Staff
Captain Ivanov , a very clean man with white hands , a meticulously pointed light
beard , and a delicate voice . In typical bachelor fashion , Ivanov became a ...
Page 139
It's foolish to be bothered by that , ” Ivanov said . “ You're not doing anything
vulgar . I have a trick for handling that kind of situation - look people straight in the
eyes . It works very well . ” We sat in the cab , surrounded by vegetables , and
drove ...
It's foolish to be bothered by that , ” Ivanov said . “ You're not doing anything
vulgar . I have a trick for handling that kind of situation - look people straight in the
eyes . It works very well . ” We sat in the cab , surrounded by vegetables , and
drove ...
Page 141
Some of our friends would always come to drink tea with us , and to sit and
talksometimes Ivanov , sometimes the Rumyantsev sisters , sometimes Aunt
Marusya . Ivanov would sit on an empty box , without taking off his overcoat or his
gloves ...
Some of our friends would always come to drink tea with us , and to sit and
talksometimes Ivanov , sometimes the Rumyantsev sisters , sometimes Aunt
Marusya . Ivanov would sit on an empty box , without taking off his overcoat or his
gloves ...
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My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
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