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Page 274
... began to drop the trumpery ; his voice started to sound almost human . The clean air of our steppes began to creep into his verses , " the wind over the waving grain fields , " and his sophistication was sometimes replaced by a true ...
... began to drop the trumpery ; his voice started to sound almost human . The clean air of our steppes began to creep into his verses , " the wind over the waving grain fields , " and his sophistication was sometimes replaced by a true ...
Page 406
... began a feverish , stubborn , indomitable activity . Galya and Mama wrote letters to the army . They searched for Dima's and Borya's fellow soldiers , even those still in hospital or released from the army . They learned the names of ...
... began a feverish , stubborn , indomitable activity . Galya and Mama wrote letters to the army . They searched for Dima's and Borya's fellow soldiers , even those still in hospital or released from the army . They learned the names of ...
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... began to turn dark , with steel - colored ripples . I untied my boat from Cherepakha and began to row toward Taganrog . The wind freshened so fast that within a couple of minutes waves were beginning to break over the sides of the boat ...
... began to turn dark , with steel - colored ripples . I untied my boat from Cherepakha and began to row toward Taganrog . The wind freshened so fast that within a couple of minutes waves were beginning to break over the sides of the boat ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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