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Page 112
the young fellow yelled , and he hit the wicket gate with a crowbar . Ignati went
out of his janitor's quarters . “ Any Jews here ? ” the young fellow asked him . “
The same kind as you , ” Ignati answered him lazily . “ Are you hiding any Jews ?
the young fellow yelled , and he hit the wicket gate with a crowbar . Ignati went
out of his janitor's quarters . “ Any Jews here ? ” the young fellow asked him . “
The same kind as you , ” Ignati answered him lazily . “ Are you hiding any Jews ?
Page 188
And one young girl came with periwinkles And laid them at his feet , but then ran
away And hid . So God laughed And asked : “ Who will bring me his heart ? Who
does not begrudge me his heart as a present ? ” A young woman in a white scarf
...
And one young girl came with periwinkles And laid them at his feet , but then ran
away And hid . So God laughed And asked : “ Who will bring me his heart ? Who
does not begrudge me his heart as a present ? ” A young woman in a white scarf
...
Page 381
But in general , young man , don't be embarrassed . I am well informed about
everything . I was young once myself . And I've suffered , too . And I hate old men
who forget what it was to be young . I don't know why , but we don't make enough
...
But in general , young man , don't be embarrassed . I am well informed about
everything . I was young once myself . And I've suffered , too . And I hate old men
who forget what it was to be young . I don't know why , but we don't make enough
...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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