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Константин Паустовский. Cigarettes which were stuck to soldiers ' lips burned themselves out . Their smoke rose in blue streams toward the ceiling . No one was inhaling ; they all forgot about their cigarettes . The rain was beating ...
Константин Паустовский. Cigarettes which were stuck to soldiers ' lips burned themselves out . Their smoke rose in blue streams toward the ceiling . No one was inhaling ; they all forgot about their cigarettes . The rain was beating ...
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... cigarettes , while the driver told us that a gang led by the ataman Kozyuba was wandering around the neutral zone and robbing everyone passing through it . They were looking chiefly for precious stones and money . They always had to ...
... cigarettes , while the driver told us that a gang led by the ataman Kozyuba was wandering around the neutral zone and robbing everyone passing through it . They were looking chiefly for precious stones and money . They always had to ...
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... cigarettes or I'll grab you by the neck— I've got a real grip - and you'll never break away . I've been lying to you , Friar . And I've made you run at the nose , by God . " I gave him a package of cigarettes . “ Well , that's all ...
... cigarettes or I'll grab you by the neck— I've got a real grip - and you'll never break away . I've been lying to you , Friar . And I've made you run at the nose , by God . " I gave him a package of cigarettes . “ Well , that's all ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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