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Young girls searched bunches of lilac for flowers with five petals. Their faces
under their summer straw hats took on a yellow, lusterless color. The season of
Kiev's parks was starting. For whole days in the spring I wandered through the
parks.
Young girls searched bunches of lilac for flowers with five petals. Their faces
under their summer straw hats took on a yellow, lusterless color. The season of
Kiev's parks was starting. For whole days in the spring I wandered through the
parks.
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whichever class was suspected of being the instigators of the fight; sometimes
they would send two or three classes off on an excursion to the art museum;
sometimes they would close all the entrances to the park where the battle usually
took ...
whichever class was suspected of being the instigators of the fight; sometimes
they would send two or three classes off on an excursion to the art museum;
sometimes they would close all the entrances to the park where the battle usually
took ...
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On days when there were no concerts in the Merchants' Park I would go out on
the Dnieper or into the outskirts of the city to a private park called “Good-by to
Grief.” It belonged to a Kiev patron of the arts named Kulzhenko. For two or three
...
On days when there were no concerts in the Merchants' Park I would go out on
the Dnieper or into the outskirts of the city to a private park called “Good-by to
Grief.” It belonged to a Kiev patron of the arts named Kulzhenko. For two or three
...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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