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Page 39
... took a long time to die down , like dust after an explosion . Fights were rare and took the harmless form of people pushing each other in the chest with the flat of the hand . Once I witnessed a scene of which the verbal economy and ...
... took a long time to die down , like dust after an explosion . Fights were rare and took the harmless form of people pushing each other in the chest with the flat of the hand . Once I witnessed a scene of which the verbal economy and ...
Page 40
... took him for the very embodiment of mildness and non - resistance to evil . Making up his mind , he skilfully inserted his shoulder between him and his neighbour in the queue and , pushing the old man , muttered casually : ' Excuse me ...
... took him for the very embodiment of mildness and non - resistance to evil . Making up his mind , he skilfully inserted his shoulder between him and his neighbour in the queue and , pushing the old man , muttered casually : ' Excuse me ...
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... took several men to pull them away , shaken by the silent weeping of widows , tearing their hair and trying to leap into their husbands ' open graves . I came back troubled and con- fused by the sight of human grief naked and unadorned ...
... took several men to pull them away , shaken by the silent weeping of widows , tearing their hair and trying to leap into their husbands ' open graves . I came back troubled and con- fused by the sight of human grief naked and unadorned ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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