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... Taganrog , Chekhov's birthplace . As soon as I had guessed it , all that I had read came alive , lost the film of strangeness that had covered it while I was reading , and took on sharp vividness and reality . Yes , this was Taganrog ...
... Taganrog , Chekhov's birthplace . As soon as I had guessed it , all that I had read came alive , lost the film of strangeness that had covered it while I was reading , and took on sharp vividness and reality . Yes , this was Taganrog ...
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... Taganrog . The wind freshened so fast that within a couple of minutes waves were beginning to break over the sides of the boat . As often happens at sea , especially on the Azov Sea , the wind reversed itself , blowing away from Taganrog ...
... Taganrog . The wind freshened so fast that within a couple of minutes waves were beginning to break over the sides of the boat . As often happens at sea , especially on the Azov Sea , the wind reversed itself , blowing away from Taganrog ...
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... Taganrog , just on the chance . Maybe my letter will reach you . I learned from Faina Abramovna that you are in Taganrog . They read your deposition at my trial . Thank you , my darling . I was acquitted , given only a month of ...
... Taganrog , just on the chance . Maybe my letter will reach you . I learned from Faina Abramovna that you are in Taganrog . They read your deposition at my trial . Thank you , my darling . I was acquitted , given only a month of ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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