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Page 298
He sang in a high , doleful voice , but this young boy ' s song was for me the best
expression of old village Russia . I remember only a few words of his song . They
buried her In the damp pine woods In the damp pine woods Under a log Under ...
He sang in a high , doleful voice , but this young boy ' s song was for me the best
expression of old village Russia . I remember only a few words of his song . They
buried her In the damp pine woods In the damp pine woods Under a log Under ...
Page 299
Great is the God of the Russian land , ” Nikolasha Rudnyev loved to say . “ Great
is the genius of the Russian people . The future — is with us . ” I agreed with
Rudnyev . In these years I saw Russia in its soldiers , its peasants , its villages
with ...
Great is the God of the Russian land , ” Nikolasha Rudnyev loved to say . “ Great
is the genius of the Russian people . The future — is with us . ” I agreed with
Rudnyev . In these years I saw Russia in its soldiers , its peasants , its villages
with ...
Page 508
Osorgin answered us guiltily : “ Don ' t forget that I ' m a Russian , and that I love
Russia so that my heart hurts with it . But I can ' t recognize it any more .
Sometimes I think : stop now , is this really Russia ? Even the tones of Russian
speech ...
Osorgin answered us guiltily : “ Don ' t forget that I ' m a Russian , and that I love
Russia so that my heart hurts with it . But I can ' t recognize it any more .
Sometimes I think : stop now , is this really Russia ? Even the tones of Russian
speech ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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