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Liza Yavorskaya stopped the carriage next to a broad path . We got out and approached the house along a side path cut through thick sweetbriar . Suddenly a sunburned bearded man without a hat appeared around a bend in the road .
Liza Yavorskaya stopped the carriage next to a broad path . We got out and approached the house along a side path cut through thick sweetbriar . Suddenly a sunburned bearded man without a hat appeared around a bend in the road .
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Stanishevsky stopped . The man in the derby hat also stopped and he put his hand in the pocket of his long jacket . " What do you want ? ” Stanishevsky asked . “ Get the hell away from here ! ” “ And frequenting taverns , ” the man went ...
Stanishevsky stopped . The man in the derby hat also stopped and he put his hand in the pocket of his long jacket . " What do you want ? ” Stanishevsky asked . “ Get the hell away from here ! ” “ And frequenting taverns , ” the man went ...
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Work in schools stopped, and gymnasium students ran around the streets in ecstasy, carrying orders and directions from the Commissar. On the fifth or sixth day, I met my shoemaker friend from Bogovo at the Convention.
Work in schools stopped, and gymnasium students ran around the streets in ecstasy, carrying orders and directions from the Commissar. On the fifth or sixth day, I met my shoemaker friend from Bogovo at the Convention.
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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