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... black cypress trees outside the window . I could still hear for a few ... sea , and the distant Sudaksky Mountains - this was all that surrounded us ... Black Sea in 1853 ; he was later killed in the defense of Sevastopol . Count Leo ...
... black cypress trees outside the window . I could still hear for a few ... sea , and the distant Sudaksky Mountains - this was all that surrounded us ... Black Sea in 1853 ; he was later killed in the defense of Sevastopol . Count Leo ...
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... Black Sea . The link has grown so strong since then that even in the north when I come across the smell of wormwood I instinc- tively listen for the distant roaring of the sea . Sometimes I have thought I heard it , too , but of course ...
... Black Sea . The link has grown so strong since then that even in the north when I come across the smell of wormwood I instinc- tively listen for the distant roaring of the sea . Sometimes I have thought I heard it , too , but of course ...
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... Black Sea fish , about the size of a safety pin . They were popular in the markets because there were no other fish ... sea in Lanzheron , on quiet , empty Black Sea Street . The troubled life of those years saw a sharp rise in nervous ...
... Black Sea fish , about the size of a safety pin . They were popular in the markets because there were no other fish ... sea in Lanzheron , on quiet , empty Black Sea Street . The troubled life of those years saw a sharp rise in nervous ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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