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Page 307
... Lelya bandaged me , crying from fright and shame and laughing through her tears over her stupidity and my sorry appearance . One day Lelya came to the church , tiptoed up behind me , took the book by Rabindranath Tagore out of my hands ...
... Lelya bandaged me , crying from fright and shame and laughing through her tears over her stupidity and my sorry appearance . One day Lelya came to the church , tiptoed up behind me , took the book by Rabindranath Tagore out of my hands ...
Page 389
... Lelya , stop it . Don't weaken yourself . " The words worked . Lelya calmed down . Lelya was always pulling back on top of me the overcoat which would slip off . We never talked together at night . We lay there quietly and listened to ...
... Lelya , stop it . Don't weaken yourself . " The words worked . Lelya calmed down . Lelya was always pulling back on top of me the overcoat which would slip off . We never talked together at night . We lay there quietly and listened to ...
Page 390
... Lelya seemed to have lost consciousness . She hardly tossed at all , lying so still that sometimes I grew frightened and leaned over her to hear her breathing . The night dragged slowly on . There were no signs by which one could know ...
... Lelya seemed to have lost consciousness . She hardly tossed at all , lying so still that sometimes I grew frightened and leaned over her to hear her breathing . The night dragged slowly on . There were no signs by which one could know ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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