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Page 113
... hundred thousand roubles - the amount I had promised Reginin for his wadding . After racking my brains for a long time , I decided to go to Moser . He was reputed among us to be a man of substance . The Mosers were full of sympathy and ...
... hundred thousand roubles - the amount I had promised Reginin for his wadding . After racking my brains for a long time , I decided to go to Moser . He was reputed among us to be a man of substance . The Mosers were full of sympathy and ...
Page 117
... hundred thousand roubles . Only twenty years later did the truth come out in Moscow , and Reginin , shaking with his usual silent laughter , gave me the two hundred thousand back , in the form of two ten - rouble notes of the 1939 issue ...
... hundred thousand roubles . Only twenty years later did the truth come out in Moscow , and Reginin , shaking with his usual silent laughter , gave me the two hundred thousand back , in the form of two ten - rouble notes of the 1939 issue ...
Page 140
... hundred pages . ' Know what that is ? " I had no idea . Was it possible that Babel had at last written a full length novella and kept it a secret from all of us ? I could not believe it . Babel , whose short stories were almost like ...
... hundred pages . ' Know what that is ? " I had no idea . Was it possible that Babel had at last written a full length novella and kept it a secret from all of us ? I could not believe it . Babel , whose short stories were almost like ...
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