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... asked . The conversation was becoming interesting . " At what ? Well , at Cinderella , or running away from the evil king . Or we could think up a new game . It would be called ' The Butterfly from the Island of Borneo ' ! " " Yes ! " I ...
... asked . The conversation was becoming interesting . " At what ? Well , at Cinderella , or running away from the evil king . Or we could think up a new game . It would be called ' The Butterfly from the Island of Borneo ' ! " " Yes ! " I ...
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... asked Dima , completely confused . " Don't you really recognize it ? That's the Kremlin . " I sighed convulsively . I wasn't prepared for this meeting with the Kremlin . It stood up above the great city like a massive fortress ...
... asked Dima , completely confused . " Don't you really recognize it ? That's the Kremlin . " I sighed convulsively . I wasn't prepared for this meeting with the Kremlin . It stood up above the great city like a massive fortress ...
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... asked him . " No , it's not bad , little sister , ” the soldier answered sadly . “ As ground , it's all right , even if it's like land ploughed in autumn , somehow . As if it were sleeping in the daytime . " Lelya laughed , and grew ...
... asked him . " No , it's not bad , little sister , ” the soldier answered sadly . “ As ground , it's all right , even if it's like land ploughed in autumn , somehow . As if it were sleeping in the daytime . " Lelya laughed , and grew ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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