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Page 86
... grey , pink , and so on . - Before the revolution the sheets had been cut into narrow strips and stuck round packets of tea . They showed the brand and the weight and were stamped with the Russian State emblem - a small two - headed ...
... grey , pink , and so on . - Before the revolution the sheets had been cut into narrow strips and stuck round packets of tea . They showed the brand and the weight and were stamped with the Russian State emblem - a small two - headed ...
Page 147
... grey pebble over it . Occasionally a soft breeze from the sea blew in , and everything light and mobile in the room - window curtains , papers , the flowers in a tumbler - fluttered like a small bird in a snare . ' What shall we do now ...
... grey pebble over it . Occasionally a soft breeze from the sea blew in , and everything light and mobile in the room - window curtains , papers , the flowers in a tumbler - fluttered like a small bird in a snare . ' What shall we do now ...
Page 210
... grey walls . Immediately my head began to ache from the cold . I went to the Admiral's widow , drank , standing , a cup of warm goat's milk , and went out . Sometimes I went out with the Midshipman and the goat Martha . Her dirty ...
... grey walls . Immediately my head began to ache from the cold . I went to the Admiral's widow , drank , standing , a cup of warm goat's milk , and went out . Sometimes I went out with the Midshipman and the goat Martha . Her dirty ...
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