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Then some girl will have to cry her beautiful eyes out because of you . " I paid no
attention to Hannah ' s words . I hung onto her warm , dark - colored hand and
told her about my first trip to sea . Earlier in the spring my father had had to go to ...
Then some girl will have to cry her beautiful eyes out because of you . " I paid no
attention to Hannah ' s words . I hung onto her warm , dark - colored hand and
told her about my first trip to sea . Earlier in the spring my father had had to go to ...
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I have a trick for handling that kind of situation - look people straight in the eyes .
It works very well . ” We sat in the cab , surrounded by vegetables , and drove
down the main street , Bolkhovskaya Street . We met many acquaintances .
I have a trick for handling that kind of situation - look people straight in the eyes .
It works very well . ” We sat in the cab , surrounded by vegetables , and drove
down the main street , Bolkhovskaya Street . We met many acquaintances .
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But he was a very clean , well - washed little general with puffy hands and watery
eyes . His eyes filled with fury when he thought about his enemies — the
generals who had risen higher in the service : Sukhomlinov , Dragomirov ,
Kuropatkin ...
But he was a very clean , well - washed little general with puffy hands and watery
eyes . His eyes filled with fury when he thought about his enemies — the
generals who had risen higher in the service : Sukhomlinov , Dragomirov ,
Kuropatkin ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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