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... gymnasium , until 1924 , when he was already a writer . He always wrote honestly about Kiev . In his play , The Days of the Turbins , I could recognize the vestibule of our gymnasium and the proctor Maxim Cold Water -an honest , boring ...
... gymnasium , until 1924 , when he was already a writer . He always wrote honestly about Kiev . In his play , The Days of the Turbins , I could recognize the vestibule of our gymnasium and the proctor Maxim Cold Water -an honest , boring ...
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... gymnasium orchestra played “ Glory , glory to our Russian Tsar . " Then someone recited " The Prophet Oleg " and the ... gymnasium . He was not happy . He had his own score to settle with our gymnasium . Two days before this ceremony ...
... gymnasium orchestra played “ Glory , glory to our Russian Tsar . " Then someone recited " The Prophet Oleg " and the ... gymnasium . He was not happy . He had his own score to settle with our gymnasium . Two days before this ceremony ...
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... gymnasium . It seemed to be resting after the winter hurly - burly . The sound of our footsteps echoed through all the floors . The windows had been opened in the assembly hall where the examinations were held . Dandelion seeds floated ...
... gymnasium . It seemed to be resting after the winter hurly - burly . The sound of our footsteps echoed through all the floors . The windows had been opened in the assembly hall where the examinations were held . Dandelion seeds floated ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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