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Page 313
... clear stretch of sky appeared on the horizon . The road wound between high poplars . We had entered the foothills of the Carpathians . The rain hung on them like untidy strings of oakum . Clear streams of rain water ran along the stone ...
... clear stretch of sky appeared on the horizon . The road wound between high poplars . We had entered the foothills of the Carpathians . The rain hung on them like untidy strings of oakum . Clear streams of rain water ran along the stone ...
Page 515
... clear under just which law the revolutionary tribunal will take you to its heart . But you , my friend , would do well to get out of here while you're still in one piece . " A short man in a hat with a drooping brim had followed Prish ...
... clear under just which law the revolutionary tribunal will take you to its heart . But you , my friend , would do well to get out of here while you're still in one piece . " A short man in a hat with a drooping brim had followed Prish ...
Page 516
... clear idea required clear writing . Had it been possible , I myself would never have written except with India ink from China on very thick paper . Shchelkunov would sit down at a table , carefully sharpen his goose quill with a razor ...
... clear idea required clear writing . Had it been possible , I myself would never have written except with India ink from China on very thick paper . Shchelkunov would sit down at a table , carefully sharpen his goose quill with a razor ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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