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... smoke and listen to conversation of every sort . Every plot had its scarecrow to keep away the sparrows . They were made to look like tramps in sailors ' vests and bell - bottoms made of sacking . A battered bowler hat or a child's ...
... smoke and listen to conversation of every sort . Every plot had its scarecrow to keep away the sparrows . They were made to look like tramps in sailors ' vests and bell - bottoms made of sacking . A battered bowler hat or a child's ...
Page 80
Years of Hope Konstantin Paustovsky. He sang , smoked and enjoyed himself , never suspecting that his day of glory was ... smoke from a ship's funnel . The experienced sailors sat in unbuttoned tunics and damp striped vests , they mopped ...
Years of Hope Konstantin Paustovsky. He sang , smoked and enjoyed himself , never suspecting that his day of glory was ... smoke from a ship's funnel . The experienced sailors sat in unbuttoned tunics and damp striped vests , they mopped ...
Page 112
... was selling sunflower seeds called out : ' You're on fire , young man ! You're smoking like a chimney ! ' I looked round . Thick , white smoke poured from the wadding . I unrolled it : a glowing , smouldering pattern was 112 Years of Hope.
... was selling sunflower seeds called out : ' You're on fire , young man ! You're smoking like a chimney ! ' I looked round . Thick , white smoke poured from the wadding . I unrolled it : a glowing , smouldering pattern was 112 Years of Hope.
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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