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Page 28
His purple cassock billowed out and brushed against the faces of the praying
people . They caught at its edge and kissed it with passion and humility . " Kiss
his robe , " my grandmother told me in a quick whisper . But I wasn ' t listening .
His purple cassock billowed out and brushed against the faces of the praying
people . They caught at its edge and kissed it with passion and humility . " Kiss
his robe , " my grandmother told me in a quick whisper . But I wasn ' t listening .
Page 115
In spite of the failure of the uprising , my father came home excited , his face still
flushed by the frost in Moscow . He was firmly convinced that a general uprising
all over Russia and our long - awaited freedom were no longer " beyond the ...
In spite of the failure of the uprising , my father came home excited , his face still
flushed by the frost in Moscow . He was firmly convinced that a general uprising
all over Russia and our long - awaited freedom were no longer " beyond the ...
Page 159
His face expressed a scornful bewilderment . 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 ...
His face expressed a scornful bewilderment . 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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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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