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Page 275
... feeling was not just a vague love for nature but a recog- nition of it as something indispensable to any man wanting to work in the full measure of his strength ? People usually go to nature as to a vacation . But I felt that a life in ...
... feeling was not just a vague love for nature but a recog- nition of it as something indispensable to any man wanting to work in the full measure of his strength ? People usually go to nature as to a vacation . But I felt that a life in ...
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... feeling for one's country - something special , dear , and beloved in all its little de- tails . It is an unselfish feeling , and it sharpens our interest in every- thing . Alexander Blok * wrote in the long - ago hard years : Russia ...
... feeling for one's country - something special , dear , and beloved in all its little de- tails . It is an unselfish feeling , and it sharpens our interest in every- thing . Alexander Blok * wrote in the long - ago hard years : Russia ...
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... feeling of the world . I can see many chapters of that book as clearly as if I had lived them several times . THE HEATED BOXCAR I have had a passion for railroads ever since I was a child , perhaps because my father worked for them . It ...
... feeling of the world . I can see many chapters of that book as clearly as if I had lived them several times . THE HEATED BOXCAR I have had a passion for railroads ever since I was a child , perhaps because my father worked for them . It ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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