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... remember who was that quite outstanding German poet who suddenly one day sat down and wrote doggerel ? All his talent had evaporated . Apparently , he had treated it with a carelessness amounting to criminal negligence . After that he ...
... remember who was that quite outstanding German poet who suddenly one day sat down and wrote doggerel ? All his talent had evaporated . Apparently , he had treated it with a carelessness amounting to criminal negligence . After that he ...
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... remember it . And they'll laugh over it , not because it's cheerful but because you always feel like laughing when somebody has brought something off . I have the nerve to talk about bringing it off only because we are alone . And you ...
... remember it . And they'll laugh over it , not because it's cheerful but because you always feel like laughing when somebody has brought something off . I have the nerve to talk about bringing it off only because we are alone . And you ...
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... remember that white crust on Bagritsky's lips several years later , in Moscow . I was following his coffin . Behind us , the hooves of a cavalry squadron clicked on the cobbles . Ill and breathless , Samuel Marshak 25 walked beside me ...
... remember that white crust on Bagritsky's lips several years later , in Moscow . I was following his coffin . Behind us , the hooves of a cavalry squadron clicked on the cobbles . Ill and breathless , Samuel Marshak 25 walked beside me ...
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