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Page 33
... Aunt Nadya , how things would go for her in this rough life , and these thoughts made the old lady cry in spite of ... Aunt Nadya sat there pale and tired . I noticed that my father had handed her a blue telegram in the vestibule when he ...
... Aunt Nadya , how things would go for her in this rough life , and these thoughts made the old lady cry in spite of ... Aunt Nadya sat there pale and tired . I noticed that my father had handed her a blue telegram in the vestibule when he ...
Page 34
... Aunt Nadya stopped , and I noticed how pale she grew . The sunburned man broke off a big branch of sweetbriar in bud and gave it to Aunt Nadya . She took the prickly branch carefully and held out her hand ; the man kissed it . " Your ...
... Aunt Nadya stopped , and I noticed how pale she grew . The sunburned man broke off a big branch of sweetbriar in bud and gave it to Aunt Nadya . She took the prickly branch carefully and held out her hand ; the man kissed it . " Your ...
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... Aunt Nadya's shining springtime beauty , of the sun pouring in a golden waterfall into the park outside , of the breeze slipping through the room , and of the green reflection of the leaves behind us . Aunt Nadya looked at her portrait ...
... Aunt Nadya's shining springtime beauty , of the sun pouring in a golden waterfall into the park outside , of the breeze slipping through the room , and of the green reflection of the leaves behind us . Aunt Nadya looked at her portrait ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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