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Page 130
I did not imagine then that everything was finished , absolutely everything . It was
much later that I understood that life had taken away from me , for some unknown
reason , what might have been happiness . The next day Lisa and I went to ...
I did not imagine then that everything was finished , absolutely everything . It was
much later that I understood that life had taken away from me , for some unknown
reason , what might have been happiness . The next day Lisa and I went to ...
Page 244
It was so stifling at the bathhouse on the river that 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 .
It was so stifling at the bathhouse on the river that 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 .
Page 376
Everything grew dark , and I stopped . I wanted to quiet myself , and to collect my
thoughts . What thoughts ? About what ? I had no thoughts — nothing but despair
. At last I decided , pulled off the jacket , rolled up the sleeves of my shirt , took a ...
Everything grew dark , and I stopped . I wanted to quiet myself , and to collect my
thoughts . What thoughts ? About what ? I had no thoughts — nothing but despair
. At last I decided , pulled off the jacket , rolled up the sleeves of my shirt , took a ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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