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Page 52
So the prince lived in Kiev for two months . He was bored . Everyone tried to
distract him — they took him to balls at the Merchants ' Assembly , to the circus ,
and to the theater . At one of these balls the yellow - faced prince saw Marusya ...
So the prince lived in Kiev for two months . He was bored . Everyone tried to
distract him — they took him to balls at the Merchants ' Assembly , to the circus ,
and to the theater . At one of these balls the yellow - faced prince saw Marusya ...
Page 167
He always wrote honestly about Kiev . In his play , The Days of the Turbins , I
could recognize the vestibule of our gymnasium and the proctor Maxim Cold
Water - an honest , boring old man . Behind the scenes of the theater I could hear
the ...
He always wrote honestly about Kiev . In his play , The Days of the Turbins , I
could recognize the vestibule of our gymnasium and the proctor Maxim Cold
Water - an honest , boring old man . Behind the scenes of the theater I could hear
the ...
Page 628
It turned out that some Soviet regiments , retreating from the south at the very start
of the Denikin offensive , had moved into the vast , almost impassable Irpensky
swamps near Kiev , and had settled down there for the whole summer . Not only ...
It turned out that some Soviet regiments , retreating from the south at the very start
of the Denikin offensive , had moved into the vast , almost impassable Irpensky
swamps near Kiev , and had settled down there for the whole summer . Not only ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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