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I think music should make people happy . " At this moment Gattenberger was
playing his favorite part : Unhappy groans resounded strong and loud Along the
banks of streams and little brooks Which used to run in happy peace and calm ...
I think music should make people happy . " At this moment Gattenberger was
playing his favorite part : Unhappy groans resounded strong and loud Along the
banks of streams and little brooks Which used to run in happy peace and calm ...
Page 222
I was passionately happy and I kissed Mama , but she just smiled and said it had
been very interesting to stand all night in a crowd of students and it had been a
long while since she had had such a good time . The Three Sisters was playing ...
I was passionately happy and I kissed Mama , but she just smiled and said it had
been very interesting to stand all night in a crowd of students and it had been a
long while since she had had such a good time . The Three Sisters was playing ...
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May the roads you travel be happy ones ! And think kindly sometimes of your
teachers whose hair has turned white in their fights with you ! " We threw
ourselves on him , and he kissed each one of us . “ And now , ” Suboch said , “ a
few words ...
May the roads you travel be happy ones ! And think kindly sometimes of your
teachers whose hair has turned white in their fights with you ! " We threw
ourselves on him , and he kissed each one of us . “ And now , ” Suboch said , “ a
few words ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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