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Page 351
All the tables were filled except for one free place at a table where a heavy, gray-
haired general was sitting. I walked up, bowed slightly, and said: “May I?” The
general was chewing roast beef. He mumbled some kind of answer. His mouth
was ...
All the tables were filled except for one free place at a table where a heavy, gray-
haired general was sitting. I walked up, bowed slightly, and said: “May I?” The
general was chewing roast beef. He mumbled some kind of answer. His mouth
was ...
Page 407
But this is the way grief is gradually dissipated in the lives of others, in feverish
activity, in a bitter kind of fuss and bother. I was glad of it, although I realized that
it could not go on indefinitely. What would happen then? My aunt in Kiev, Vera ...
But this is the way grief is gradually dissipated in the lives of others, in feverish
activity, in a bitter kind of fuss and bother. I was glad of it, although I realized that
it could not go on indefinitely. What would happen then? My aunt in Kiev, Vera ...
Page 637
My own passion for remembering developed much too early, when I was still a
child, and became a kind of game. I remembered not the consecutive progress of
my life, but categories within it. I could recall all the hotels I had stayed at, and all
...
My own passion for remembering developed much too early, when I was still a
child, and became a kind of game. I remembered not the consecutive progress of
my life, but categories within it. I could recall all the hotels I had stayed at, and all
...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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