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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 said ,
taking ...
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 said ,
taking ...
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Well , ” Dima asked me , “ how do you like Moscow ? ” “ A lot . ” “ Just wait . There
are wonderful things to show you . " Beyond Arbat Square we turned into a
narrow street . At its end , on a hill , I could see fortress walls and towers , the
green ...
Well , ” Dima asked me , “ how do you like Moscow ? ” “ A lot . ” “ Just wait . There
are wonderful things to show you . " Beyond Arbat Square we turned into a
narrow street . At its end , on a hill , I could see fortress walls and towers , the
green ...
Page 308
she asked . “ If so , I ' ll find your book for you . " " No , you don ' t have to . ” “ Well
then , good ! Let ' s go to the bridge instead . ” We walked up to the railroad
bridge over a little river with banks thickly grown with willow trees . We stood
there for ...
she asked . “ If so , I ' ll find your book for you . " " No , you don ' t have to . ” “ Well
then , good ! Let ' s go to the bridge instead . ” We walked up to the railroad
bridge over a little river with banks thickly grown with willow trees . We stood
there for ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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