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... frightened me . From this time a terror of fanaticism and an aversion to it entered my consciousness . For a long time I could not free myself from this terror . The train got in to Chenstokhov early in the morning . It was about a mile ...
... frightened me . From this time a terror of fanaticism and an aversion to it entered my consciousness . For a long time I could not free myself from this terror . The train got in to Chenstokhov early in the morning . It was about a mile ...
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... frightened inspector and Platon Fedorovich came in and led Shulgin away . Silence gripped the class . Then Stanishevsky stood up in his place . He was very pale . He walked slowly up to Gudim and said to him : " You bastard ! Get out of ...
... frightened inspector and Platon Fedorovich came in and led Shulgin away . Silence gripped the class . Then Stanishevsky stood up in his place . He was very pale . He walked slowly up to Gudim and said to him : " You bastard ! Get out of ...
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... frightened residents all assembled in the courtyard . It was a late winter night . Biting frost was seeping down from a muddy sky . Women were crying , holding their shivering , sleepy children close to them . " Don't worry , " the ...
... frightened residents all assembled in the courtyard . It was a late winter night . Biting frost was seeping down from a muddy sky . Women were crying , holding their shivering , sleepy children close to them . " Don't worry , " the ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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