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Page 29
Yellow tea roses seemed to me young beauties who had lost their fine coloring
by overindulgence in drinking tea . The flower bed with pansies seemed to me a
fancy - dress ball . These weren't flowers , but happy , cunning gypsies in black ...
Yellow tea roses seemed to me young beauties who had lost their fine coloring
by overindulgence in drinking tea . The flower bed with pansies seemed to me a
fancy - dress ball . These weren't flowers , but happy , cunning gypsies in black ...
Page 187
It lost itself on the horizon in the dull light , shone in puddles of water , turned
yellow with islands of flowers , and made little noises in the gray sedge . I had
never before seen such enormous swamps . A long way from the road we could
see in ...
It lost itself on the horizon in the dull light , shone in puddles of water , turned
yellow with islands of flowers , and made little noises in the gray sedge . I had
never before seen such enormous swamps . A long way from the road we could
see in ...
Page 244
Moving yellow whirlwinds began to be seen in the cloud . Its edge drooped down
to the earth . Lightning ran and danced in the black caverns of the sky . Someone
struck the bell in the village belltower twice , hurriedly , and repeated this ...
Moving yellow whirlwinds began to be seen in the cloud . Its edge drooped down
to the earth . Lightning ran and danced in the black caverns of the sky . Someone
struck the bell in the village belltower twice , hurriedly , and repeated this ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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