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... Russian literature teachers . Shul- gin was followed by a tall , conceited man with a pale , hypocritical face , named Trostyansky . He believed that all Russian writers could be divided into those who had been loyal , and thus deserved ...
... Russian literature teachers . Shul- gin was followed by a tall , conceited man with a pale , hypocritical face , named Trostyansky . He believed that all Russian writers could be divided into those who had been loyal , and thus deserved ...
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... 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 sol- diers , its peasants , its villages with their ...
... 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 sol- diers , its peasants , its villages with their ...
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... Russian people than that old fool Madame Kurdyukova : Je ne vais pas , je ne sais pas , je ne mange que le repas . A news- paper page ought to reek so loud that it's hard to hold it in your hands . There ought to be such writing in a ...
... Russian people than that old fool Madame Kurdyukova : Je ne vais pas , je ne sais pas , je ne mange que le repas . A news- paper page ought to reek so loud that it's hard to hold it in your hands . There ought to be such writing in a ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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