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Page 93
... everything in the city ought to have been suddenly transformed at the moment when the stunning news arrived . But everything was as it had been . Horsecarts were going by loaded with firewood , the ancient Kiev trolley clattered on ...
... everything in the city ought to have been suddenly transformed at the moment when the stunning news arrived . But everything was as it had been . Horsecarts were going by loaded with firewood , the ancient Kiev trolley clattered on ...
Page 244
... everything turned dark before our eyes . We lay in the lukewarm water for a long time . The sky seemed filled with smoke . Enormous black puffs moved behind it , like petrified cotton . These were the storm clouds seen through the smoke ...
... everything turned dark before our eyes . We lay in the lukewarm water for a long time . The sky seemed filled with smoke . Enormous black puffs moved behind it , like petrified cotton . These were the storm clouds seen through the smoke ...
Page 397
... everything in the world , I guess . It rested your soul to listen to it , and I never drove myself for money . Just enough to pay off the district police officer . And I had just one idea - to give my children an education . Well , they ...
... everything in the world , I guess . It rested your soul to listen to it , and I never drove myself for money . Just enough to pay off the district police officer . And I had just one idea - to give my children an education . Well , they ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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