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... Shengeli . The poet George Shengeli was a good - natured man of exotic appearance . I could never understand why many of the local poets seemed to dislike him . I asked Bagritsky , but he was evasive . In the end I assumed that baiting ...
... Shengeli . The poet George Shengeli was a good - natured man of exotic appearance . I could never understand why many of the local poets seemed to dislike him . I asked Bagritsky , but he was evasive . In the end I assumed that baiting ...
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... Shengeli . But Shengeli looked unmoved and this evidently angered Kirsanov who jumped up again to shout something still more insulting . Each time he got up a sleepy - looking boy who sat behind him pulled him back by his coat tails ...
... Shengeli . But Shengeli looked unmoved and this evidently angered Kirsanov who jumped up again to shout something still more insulting . Each time he got up a sleepy - looking boy who sat behind him pulled him back by his coat tails ...
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... Shengeli . This was welcomed as novel and original . For the sake of the cause , Shengeli readily agreed . The plan had failed because too few people had been taken into the organisers ' confidence . But since all the tickets had been ...
... Shengeli . This was welcomed as novel and original . For the sake of the cause , Shengeli readily agreed . The plan had failed because too few people had been taken into the organisers ' confidence . But since all the tickets had been ...
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