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Page 99
You would 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 ...
You would 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 ...
Page 376
I could no longer hear the woman ' s cries , and I tried not to look at her . I saw
something pink and small . I put out my hands quickly and carefully , took hold of
it , and pulled it toward me with all my strength . I didn ' t know if this was the way
to ...
I could no longer hear the woman ' s cries , and I tried not to look at her . I saw
something pink and small . I put out my hands quickly and carefully , took hold of
it , and pulled it toward me with all my strength . I didn ' t know if this was the way
to ...
Page 525
Lenin , I hear . " “ Le - enin ! That ' s a lie . He ' s never had to look at your ugly
mug . " “ He hasn ' t anyone to exchange a few words with except you , you
regimental sewer . ' " By God , he ! ” " We already know what he ' ll say . ” “ They '
ll check ...
Lenin , I hear . " “ Le - enin ! That ' s a lie . He ' s never had to look at your ugly
mug . " “ He hasn ' t anyone to exchange a few words with except you , you
regimental sewer . ' " By God , he ! ” " We already know what he ' ll say . ” “ They '
ll check ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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