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... gray bristles , who was waiting for me . My father was only fifty . I always remembered him as slightly stooping but well - proportioned , ele- gant , with dark hair , an unusual sad smile , and gray , attentive eyes . Now he sat in an ...
... gray bristles , who was waiting for me . My father was only fifty . I always remembered him as slightly stooping but well - proportioned , ele- gant , with dark hair , an unusual sad smile , and gray , attentive eyes . Now he sat in an ...
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... gray walls of our famous gymnasium . " We were espe- cially delighted with the " gray walls . " Butter Churn pretended that he heard nothing . A holiday cleanliness sparkled all over the school on the day of the king's arrival . The ...
... gray walls of our famous gymnasium . " We were espe- cially delighted with the " gray walls . " Butter Churn pretended that he heard nothing . A holiday cleanliness sparkled all over the school on the day of the king's arrival . The ...
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... gray tablecloth on a round table , and on it glasses and a sugar bowl made of dull , gray glass . Only the cherry jam stood out with its clear , pomegranate- colored sirup . We got out our provisions : canned meat , some biscuits , and ...
... gray tablecloth on a round table , and on it glasses and a sugar bowl made of dull , gray glass . Only the cherry jam stood out with its clear , pomegranate- colored sirup . We got out our provisions : canned meat , some biscuits , and ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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