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... Gelendzhik , near Novorossisk . No better place than Gelendzhik could have been picked , prob- ably , to discourage my yearning for the sea and the south . Gelendzhik was then a dusty , hot little town without any vegeta- tion ...
... Gelendzhik , near Novorossisk . No better place than Gelendzhik could have been picked , prob- ably , to discourage my yearning for the sea and the south . Gelendzhik was then a dusty , hot little town without any vegeta- tion ...
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... Gelendzhik , the sea did not lose its charm for me . It became simpler , and all the more beautiful , than in my fancy dreams . I became friends in Gelendzhik with an old boatman named Anastas . He was a Greek , his family came from ...
... Gelendzhik , the sea did not lose its charm for me . It became simpler , and all the more beautiful , than in my fancy dreams . I became friends in Gelendzhik with an old boatman named Anastas . He was a Greek , his family came from ...
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... Gelendzhik deeply burned by the sun and drunk with fatigue and the forest air . I fell asleep and through my sleep I could feel the breath of heat on me , and I could hear the faraway murmur of the sea . So I made myself the owner , in ...
... Gelendzhik deeply burned by the sun and drunk with fatigue and the forest air . I fell asleep and through my sleep I could feel the breath of heat on me , and I could hear the faraway murmur of the sea . So I made myself the owner , in ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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