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... George Shengeli . I heard him read his poetry once , in Moscow , during the war . I remember only three lines : " There are islands distant as dreams - gentle as a ... Georges " " Sand . In an abandoned monastery . He was very 64 Years of ...
... George Shengeli . I heard him read his poetry once , in Moscow , during the war . I remember only three lines : " There are islands distant as dreams - gentle as a ... Georges " " Sand . In an abandoned monastery . He was very 64 Years of ...
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... Georges Sand , tried to recall everything I had ever read about them , and decided that nothing embellishes the events of our life like the passing of time . Chopin and Georges Sand in Majorca lived a cheerless , difficult and unsettled ...
... Georges Sand , tried to recall everything I had ever read about them , and decided that nothing embellishes the events of our life like the passing of time . Chopin and Georges Sand in Majorca lived a cheerless , difficult and unsettled ...
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... Georges Sand had sought , paled before the image of the simplest , even the poorest - poor but warm - Lithuanian room with an unpretentious piano , plain but comfortable bed - and peace . He was tired of being a genius . He had no more ...
... Georges Sand had sought , paled before the image of the simplest , even the poorest - poor but warm - Lithuanian room with an unpretentious piano , plain but comfortable bed - and peace . He was tired of being a genius . He had no more ...
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