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Page 157
The fight always started on the appointed day , and always during the main
recess . Some high school boys were “ released from the battle . ” They were the
sick ones , those with no physical strength , and those who felt an aversion not
only to ...
The fight always started on the appointed day , and always during the main
recess . Some high school boys were “ released from the battle . ” They were the
sick ones , those with no physical strength , and those who felt an aversion not
only to ...
Page 617
They went along Vassilkovskaya Street , then along the Kreshchatik , and started
to go down to the Dnieper at Podol . As they walked along , the noisy trading
streets grew quieter and quieter . Passers - by stopped and watched them for a
long ...
They went along Vassilkovskaya Street , then along the Kreshchatik , and started
to go down to the Dnieper at Podol . As they walked along , the noisy trading
streets grew quieter and quieter . Passers - by stopped and watched them for a
long ...
Page 651
One day Yasha Lifshitz went out into the hall and started to shout . I jumped out of
my room , and saw something quite inexplicable . While Yasha and I watched it ,
the big glass container started to lean over , looking for a moment like the ...
One day Yasha Lifshitz went out into the hall and started to shout . I jumped out of
my room , and saw something quite inexplicable . While Yasha and I watched it ,
the big glass container started to lean over , looking for a moment like the ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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