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Page 237
At this one we worked out which of us should help write compositions for some girls of the Marinskaya Gymnasium . I don't know why , but they took their written examination in Russian literature together with us .
At this one we worked out which of us should help write compositions for some girls of the Marinskaya Gymnasium . I don't know why , but they took their written examination in Russian literature together with us .
Page 417
And this was his problem : they wanted to put out a leaflet against despotism but they had nobody to write it . It would be best if I , obviously a literary man , would write it for them and they , the workers , could correct it and ...
And this was his problem : they wanted to put out a leaflet against despotism but they had nobody to write it . It would be best if I , obviously a literary man , would write it for them and they , the workers , could correct it and ...
Page 433
“ I'd like to ask you , ” she said to me , “ what it is that you're writing . Every time I clean your room , there are pieces of ... “ Maybe you could write something good about me . A whole novel . And people would read it , and they ...
“ I'd like to ask you , ” she said to me , “ what it is that you're writing . Every time I clean your room , there are pieces of ... “ Maybe you could write something good about me . A whole novel . And people would read it , and they ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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