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... garden and , sitting in a wicker chair , read her favorite books - the endless romances of Krashevsky or stories by Korolenko or Eliza Ozheshko . She often fell asleep over her reading - white - haired , dressed all in black , her thin ...
... garden and , sitting in a wicker chair , read her favorite books - the endless romances of Krashevsky or stories by Korolenko or Eliza Ozheshko . She often fell asleep over her reading - white - haired , dressed all in black , her thin ...
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... garden . The sun moved slowly over my head toward the tops of the nut trees ; it looked as if it had been squeezed smaller by the autumn . I read in the garden , sitting in Grandmother's wicker chair . From time to time I heard music ...
... garden . The sun moved slowly over my head toward the tops of the nut trees ; it looked as if it had been squeezed smaller by the autumn . I read in the garden , sitting in Grandmother's wicker chair . From time to time I heard music ...
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... garden . It seemed to me more beautiful than any rose garden I had ever seen . Its damp greenness was full of the fresh smell of mint and dill . " Just see , my dear comrade , " the gardener told me , “ it's quite possible to live like ...
... garden . It seemed to me more beautiful than any rose garden I had ever seen . Its damp greenness was full of the fresh smell of mint and dill . " Just see , my dear comrade , " the gardener told me , “ it's quite possible to live like ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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