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Page 75
... began to arrive , part of the edition was printed specially for foreign sailors in their own languages . It was Ivanov who introduced this innovation which made The Seaman popular among foreign crews . After that , we were besieged by ...
... began to arrive , part of the edition was printed specially for foreign sailors in their own languages . It was Ivanov who introduced this innovation which made The Seaman popular among foreign crews . After that , we were besieged by ...
Page 149
... began jeering at himself . This could be extremely irritating . Izya , for one , could never stand Babel in this mood of almost cynical self- mockery . Nor could I , and my own clashes with Babel - admit- tedly fairly rare – all arose ...
... began jeering at himself . This could be extremely irritating . Izya , for one , could never stand Babel in this mood of almost cynical self- mockery . Nor could I , and my own clashes with Babel - admit- tedly fairly rare – all arose ...
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... began to settle down . I found I could read again and , as we sat on the beach , I began to tell Kira stories . You could not have called them fairytales . No indeed , they were true stories suggested by some incident or other and in no ...
... began to settle down . I found I could read again and , as we sat on the beach , I began to tell Kira stories . You could not have called them fairytales . No indeed , they were true stories suggested by some incident or other and in no ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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