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... hear a murmur in the branches , and know it as the sound of a broken heart . " It seemed to me that the words of this song had been written for our park . It had heard many declarations of love , and had seen the pale faces of many ...
... hear a murmur in the branches , and know it as the sound of a broken heart . " It seemed to me that the words of this song had been written for our park . It had heard many declarations of love , and had seen the pale faces of many ...
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... hear the silence and to smell the lilacs growing all around one . A man could take off his cap , wipe from his forehead the red streak left by its tight cap - band , sigh , and say to himself : " What kind of crazy hysteria this is ...
... hear the silence and to smell the lilacs growing all around one . A man could take off his cap , wipe from his forehead the red streak left by its tight cap - band , sigh , and say to himself : " What kind of crazy hysteria this is ...
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... hear . " " Le - enin ! That's a lie . He's never had to look at your ugly mug . " " He hasn't anyone to exchange a ... hear only the wheezing in the throats of people right around me . Lenin began to speak . I could not hear well . I was ...
... hear . " " Le - enin ! That's a lie . He's never had to look at your ugly mug . " " He hasn't anyone to exchange a ... hear only the wheezing in the throats of people right around me . Lenin began to speak . I could not hear well . I was ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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