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In the summer so many flowers grew in her garden , up to the fences choked with burdock , that they seemed to make a solid bouquet . The fragrance of the flowers reached even up to my grandfather's attic and drove the smell of tobacco ...
In the summer so many flowers grew in her garden , up to the fences choked with burdock , that they seemed to make a solid bouquet . The fragrance of the flowers reached even up to my grandfather's attic and drove the smell of tobacco ...
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But it never seemed to me to shine for more than an hour or so before I had to light the white , blinding lights again . Once Pokrovsky took me by the arm , led me to the window , and forced me to drink a glass of some brown , sticky ...
But it never seemed to me to shine for more than an hour or so before I had to light the white , blinding lights again . Once Pokrovsky took me by the arm , led me to the window , and forced me to drink a glass of some brown , sticky ...
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It seemed to me that it was high time to bring some kind of order into ... and the gulls screaming behind me in the dark park , and the little road covered with manure and rotting straw , all seemed old and familiar .
It seemed to me that it was high time to bring some kind of order into ... and the gulls screaming behind me in the dark park , and the little road covered with manure and rotting straw , all seemed old and familiar .
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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