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Page 124
Mama pressed her lips close together , and she took off a tight , hot compress
and covered me with blankets . I lost count of the nights , filled with rumblings I
couldn ' t understand and with the dry heat of the bedclothes . Lena came once in
the ...
Mama pressed her lips close together , and she took off a tight , hot compress
and covered me with blankets . I lost count of the nights , filled with rumblings I
couldn ' t understand and with the dry heat of the bedclothes . Lena came once in
the ...
Page 406
My sister Galya began to shudder whenever she talked about our brothers , but
only when Mama wasn ' t present . When Mama was there , she controlled herself
. By this time I had already witnessed human grief , and I had noticed that ...
My sister Galya began to shudder whenever she talked about our brothers , but
only when Mama wasn ' t present . When Mama was there , she controlled herself
. By this time I had already witnessed human grief , and I had noticed that ...
Page 407
The lives of these new friends sincerely interested Mama and Galya . Mama ' s
old habit of instructing people , as she put it , in " honorable and intelligent
behavior ” led her to write them long letters full of advice , persuasion , and
examples ...
The lives of these new friends sincerely interested Mama and Galya . Mama ' s
old habit of instructing people , as she put it , in " honorable and intelligent
behavior ” led her to write them long letters full of advice , persuasion , and
examples ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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