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... father . It's quite true , you know , what the poet says about sowing wisdom , goodness and eternal values . . . . ' He broke off and listened . Several men were groaning outside the door . He flung it open , dashed out and screamed in ...
... father . It's quite true , you know , what the poet says about sowing wisdom , goodness and eternal values . . . . ' He broke off and listened . Several men were groaning outside the door . He flung it open , dashed out and screamed in ...
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... father - in - law was night watch- man at the Provincial Committee's press ' a pearl of a man ! ' Sukhodolsky said . - Sukhodolsky willingly took charge of the operation . Every- thing went swiftly and silently . With Sukhodolsky's and ...
... father - in - law was night watch- man at the Provincial Committee's press ' a pearl of a man ! ' Sukhodolsky said . - Sukhodolsky willingly took charge of the operation . Every- thing went swiftly and silently . With Sukhodolsky's and ...
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... father ( Childhood and Schooldays ) . M. A. Voloshin ( 1878-1932 ) , poet whom Paustovsky met in Moscow in 1917 ( In that Dawn ) . I. A. Bunin ( 1817-1953 ) , novelist ( Slow Approach of Thunder ) . The rest are friends and ...
... father ( Childhood and Schooldays ) . M. A. Voloshin ( 1878-1932 ) , poet whom Paustovsky met in Moscow in 1917 ( In that Dawn ) . I. A. Bunin ( 1817-1953 ) , novelist ( Slow Approach of Thunder ) . The rest are friends and ...
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