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Page 6
Having worked there only a little while , and without any apparent reason , he
suddenly quit the job and went back to his father's old farm at Gorodishche . His
brother Ilko , a village teacher , and Aunt Dosia were living there . My father's ...
Having worked there only a little while , and without any apparent reason , he
suddenly quit the job and went back to his father's old farm at Gorodishche . His
brother Ilko , a village teacher , and Aunt Dosia were living there . My father's ...
Page 19
Then one of them would begin to bob , starting ripples of light , or would plunge
suddenly down , or be yanked quickly to one side . My father pulled the line tight ,
the walnut rod bent in an arc , and a gurgling , splashing sound started in the ...
Then one of them would begin to bob , starting ripples of light , or would plunge
suddenly down , or be yanked quickly to one side . My father pulled the line tight ,
the walnut rod bent in an arc , and a gurgling , splashing sound started in the ...
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Or rather , I did not want to wake up , and I groped agonizingly in a dim blurring of
consciousness for some strip of light which eluded me . Suddenly a sobbing
broke through this tangled struggle with sleep . I opened my eyes , sat up quickly
on ...
Or rather , I did not want to wake up , and I groped agonizingly in a dim blurring of
consciousness for some strip of light which eluded me . Suddenly a sobbing
broke through this tangled struggle with sleep . I opened my eyes , sat up quickly
on ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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