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... Sokolovsky was clearly making fun of us . He always tried to seem cheerful , but some evil in him made him turn so pale some- times that a little scar on his lip became transparent . The miracles continued . At whatever game Sokolovsky ...
... Sokolovsky was clearly making fun of us . He always tried to seem cheerful , but some evil in him made him turn so pale some- times that a little scar on his lip became transparent . The miracles continued . At whatever game Sokolovsky ...
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... Sokolovsky . His endless buf- foonery , his boasting , the commotion he caused , and his cold cynicism all repelled us . Most surprising of all was the occasional glimmer , deep in his eyes , of an almost doglike hunger for sympathy ...
... Sokolovsky . His endless buf- foonery , his boasting , the commotion he caused , and his cold cynicism all repelled us . Most surprising of all was the occasional glimmer , deep in his eyes , of an almost doglike hunger for sympathy ...
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... Sokolovsky roared , and he drew his saber from its scabbard . " I'll butcher you like puppy dogs . Educated men ! I'll show you who Sokolovsky is ! " He slammed the saber down on our table with a loud crash . The table broke , cups fell ...
... Sokolovsky roared , and he drew his saber from its scabbard . " I'll butcher you like puppy dogs . Educated men ! I'll show you who Sokolovsky is ! " He slammed the saber down on our table with a loud crash . The table broke , cups fell ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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