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... Simbirsk was the town where Lenin had been born . Now , of course , I sometimes feel I must have seen the wooden house in which he lived . It seems that way , perhaps , because there were so many such warm little houses in Simbirsk ...
... Simbirsk was the town where Lenin had been born . Now , of course , I sometimes feel I must have seen the wooden house in which he lived . It seems that way , perhaps , because there were so many such warm little houses in Simbirsk ...
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... Simbirsk , you'll still be left alone on the ship with your ugly broken heart . But while I suffered , I counted the hours - there were still two full days to Simbirsk . I served her with the best of everything . I even prom- ised to ...
... Simbirsk , you'll still be left alone on the ship with your ugly broken heart . But while I suffered , I counted the hours - there were still two full days to Simbirsk . I served her with the best of everything . I even prom- ised to ...
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... Simbirsk , and you'd never believe what went through my head . I only knew one thing I wasn't going to be separated from her now . Even at a distance , even very quietly , I was going to stay with her until my lousy death . I didn't ask ...
... Simbirsk , and you'd never believe what went through my head . I only knew one thing I wasn't going to be separated from her now . Even at a distance , even very quietly , I was going to stay with her until my lousy death . I didn't ask ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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