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singing of his fashionable verses began . His magic was in finding melody in
poetry composed of words which made no sense . Language existed for him
solely as a kind of music . He required nothing else . All human thought was
reduced to ...
singing of his fashionable verses began . His magic was in finding melody in
poetry composed of words which made no sense . Language existed for him
solely as a kind of music . He required nothing else . All human thought was
reduced to ...
Page 448
The water around me 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 ...
The water around me 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 ...
Page 525
somebody yelled behind us , and rifle butts began to be pounded on the floor . “
Let ' s get started with the talking . If you ' re going to assemble us fellows from the
front , don ' t keep us waiting . ” " He ' s going to start talking right away .
somebody yelled behind us , and rifle butts began to be pounded on the floor . “
Let ' s get started with the talking . If you ' re going to assemble us fellows from the
front , don ' t keep us waiting . ” " He ' s going to start talking right away .
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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