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... heart . From the pocket of his brown cassock , the monk took a handful of small hearts , arms , heads , and even toy babies , all made of silver , and scattered them across the table . " There are hearts , ” he said , “ for five rubles ...
... heart . From the pocket of his brown cassock , the monk took a handful of small hearts , arms , heads , and even toy babies , all made of silver , and scattered them across the table . " There are hearts , ” he said , “ for five rubles ...
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... heart , ruined gentry smelling of the sweat of their horses - they had just galloped sixty miles to get to the ... heart's eyes . One glance under the sound of bells , or under the whooping of a drunken coachman . One glance like a flash ...
... heart , ruined gentry smelling of the sweat of their horses - they had just galloped sixty miles to get to the ... heart's eyes . One glance under the sound of bells , or under the whooping of a drunken coachman . One glance like a flash ...
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... heart ? Who does not begrudge me his heart as a present ? " A young woman in a white scarf uttered a quiet little shriek . The blind man was silent , then he turned toward the woman , and went on : And then a young fellow put into his ...
... heart ? Who does not begrudge me his heart as a present ? " A young woman in a white scarf uttered a quiet little shriek . The blind man was silent , then he turned toward the woman , and went on : And then a young fellow put into his ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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