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Page 82
... Cherpunov muttered . I blushed until my eyes burned . Cherpunov clapped me on the shoulder . “ Don't be offended . That's a way I have of speaking . Well , let's go in . You'll have some tea with us . " I started to refuse , but Cherpunov ...
... Cherpunov muttered . I blushed until my eyes burned . Cherpunov clapped me on the shoulder . “ Don't be offended . That's a way I have of speaking . Well , let's go in . You'll have some tea with us . " I started to refuse , but Cherpunov ...
Page 84
... Cherpunov said , " let us continue our conversa- tion , young man . There are some black boxes there in the corner . Bring me the top box . But carry it carefully . " I put the box on the table in front of Cherpunov . It felt very light ...
... Cherpunov said , " let us continue our conversa- tion , young man . There are some black boxes there in the corner . Bring me the top box . But carry it carefully . " I put the box on the table in front of Cherpunov . It felt very light ...
Page 87
... Cherpunov . But I didn't try to listen , although I wanted very much to know what had happened . I soon learned about it at school . His wife had left Cherpunov , and gone off to Peterburg . The old man had become ill with grief , and ...
... Cherpunov . But I didn't try to listen , although I wanted very much to know what had happened . I soon learned about it at school . His wife had left Cherpunov , and gone off to Peterburg . The old man had become ill with grief , and ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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