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... Suboch said . " The devil knows what you're up to ! I ought to give you a failing mark for conduct . Then you'd sing a different song ! " Suboch was right . The trick or , as we called it , the " psycho- logical experiment " which we ...
... Suboch said . " The devil knows what you're up to ! I ought to give you a failing mark for conduct . Then you'd sing a different song ! " Suboch was right . The trick or , as we called it , the " psycho- logical experiment " which we ...
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... Suboch was suffering from hallucinations . Suboch lost all control . He called up the six pupils he had seen hanging from the spikes and examined us suspiciously from all sides . There was not a trace of plaster on our coats . Suboch ...
... Suboch was suffering from hallucinations . Suboch lost all control . He called up the six pupils he had seen hanging from the spikes and examined us suspiciously from all sides . There was not a trace of plaster on our coats . Suboch ...
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... Suboch said , and he smiled into his mustache . But the next day , no matter how hard Suboch nagged at us and drove us into sight reading , he was forced again to give everyone a 5. Suboch beamed . But his happiness was tinctured by a ...
... Suboch said , and he smiled into his mustache . But the next day , no matter how hard Suboch nagged at us and drove us into sight reading , he was forced again to give everyone a 5. Suboch beamed . But his happiness was tinctured by a ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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