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... Bagritsky.'14 ' You got it wrong as usual , ' Bagritsky said in a deliberately hoarse voice . ' You should have said , " Bagration - Bagritsky , last scion of the princely Caucasian - Polish family descended from the Jewish tribe of ...
... Bagritsky.'14 ' You got it wrong as usual , ' Bagritsky said in a deliberately hoarse voice . ' You should have said , " Bagration - Bagritsky , last scion of the princely Caucasian - Polish family descended from the Jewish tribe of ...
Page 145
... Bagritsky came from Odessa , and recited Blok nearly all night through . Izya and I were silent . We lay on the dark verandah . The night wind crackled in the dry vine leaves . Bagritsky sat , cross - legged like a Turk , on an old ...
... Bagritsky came from Odessa , and recited Blok nearly all night through . Izya and I were silent . We lay on the dark verandah . The night wind crackled in the dry vine leaves . Bagritsky sat , cross - legged like a Turk , on an old ...
Page 146
... Bagritsky's voice seemed to me , for some reason , so irreparably tragic that I felt like weeping . Again there was silence , and the darkness broken only by the unintelligible signalling of the stars . Then again the grave music of a ...
... Bagritsky's voice seemed to me , for some reason , so irreparably tragic that I felt like weeping . Again there was silence , and the darkness broken only by the unintelligible signalling of the stars . Then again the grave music of a ...
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