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... and wall - newspapers the size of bed - sheets . A zinc tub for drinking water , with a tin mug attached by a chain , was set up in the plywood corridor ; Aunt Motya or Aunt Raya , the messenger woman , sat beside it ; 25 Plywood Maze.
... and wall - newspapers the size of bed - sheets . A zinc tub for drinking water , with a tin mug attached by a chain , was set up in the plywood corridor ; Aunt Motya or Aunt Raya , the messenger woman , sat beside it ; 25 Plywood Maze.
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... Aunt Motya and those of neighbouring , friendly or hostile establishments . Each Aunt Motya was the jealous guardian of the prestige of her own department . Its Office Regulations were her Tables of the Law ; they were subject to no ...
... Aunt Motya and those of neighbouring , friendly or hostile establishments . Each Aunt Motya was the jealous guardian of the prestige of her own department . Its Office Regulations were her Tables of the Law ; they were subject to no ...
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... Aunt Khava steadily tore her hair , flung away the tufts , and screamed , sobbing and swaying to and fro : ' May you , Simon , get drunk on vodka with rat poison and die in your vomit ! And may you kick your own mother Miriam , the old ...
... Aunt Khava steadily tore her hair , flung away the tufts , and screamed , sobbing and swaying to and fro : ' May you , Simon , get drunk on vodka with rat poison and die in your vomit ! And may you kick your own mother Miriam , the old ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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