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... face with enormous , sad eyes . And there were a lot of bird feathers around the face . My father came to the boxroom and asked me : " Well , how's it going ? Have you found the Moscow shots ? " " Not yet . There's only some kind of an ...
... face with enormous , sad eyes . And there were a lot of bird feathers around the face . My father came to the boxroom and asked me : " Well , how's it going ? Have you found the Moscow shots ? " " Not yet . There's only some kind of an ...
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... face expressed a scornful bewilder- ment . Then he slowly looked Panna Kozlovskaya over from head to feet , smiled , snapped his fingers loudly , whistled , and walked on . When the battle began , I walked out into the park . Khavin was ...
... face expressed a scornful bewilder- ment . Then he slowly looked Panna Kozlovskaya over from head to feet , smiled , snapped his fingers loudly , whistled , and walked on . When the battle began , I walked out into the park . Khavin was ...
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... face . It was hard to get more than a few words out of her . " Well , to the devil's mother with the mobile brigade , " our orderly said . " It must be a fraternity of undertakers ! " As we unpacked our drugs in the shed , the doctor of ...
... face . It was hard to get more than a few words out of her . " Well , to the devil's mother with the mobile brigade , " our orderly said . " It must be a fraternity of undertakers ! " As we unpacked our drugs in the shed , the doctor of ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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