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Page 54
... face in my pillow . ' What's the matter with you ? ' Yasha turned on me . But just then Comrade Gavarsaki walked in through the door from the yard without knocking . He stopped on the threshold and looked at us reproachfully , arms ...
... face in my pillow . ' What's the matter with you ? ' Yasha turned on me . But just then Comrade Gavarsaki walked in through the door from the yard without knocking . He stopped on the threshold and looked at us reproachfully , arms ...
Page 165
... face to face encounter with its murmuring expanse , there is always present a sense , if not of immortality , at any rate of the longevity which is the gift of the sea to man . I spent all day on the beach , until sunset . Often I fell ...
... face to face encounter with its murmuring expanse , there is always present a sense , if not of immortality , at any rate of the longevity which is the gift of the sea to man . I spent all day on the beach , until sunset . Often I fell ...
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... face in her mother's breast and , sobbing and whimpering , realise that in all the world there was only one person ... faces spattered with stinging salt , we had to use the fresh but icy water from the spring . We had no soap ; we ...
... face in her mother's breast and , sobbing and whimpering , realise that in all the world there was only one person ... faces spattered with stinging salt , we had to use the fresh but icy water from the spring . We had no soap ; we ...
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Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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