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... heavy conductor's bag which cut into my shoulder , and with the acid smell of copper . Our hands were always green from copper coins , especially if we were working on " the copper line . " The copper line , sometimes called the B line ...
... heavy conductor's bag which cut into my shoulder , and with the acid smell of copper . Our hands were always green from copper coins , especially if we were working on " the copper line . " The copper line , sometimes called the B line ...
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... heavy gate leading out to the street , and took out of its keyhole the heavy key , which looked like the ancient key to some medieval town . Holding the key in his hands , he hid behind the gate . When the two men ran by , he opened the ...
... heavy gate leading out to the street , and took out of its keyhole the heavy key , which looked like the ancient key to some medieval town . Holding the key in his hands , he hid behind the gate . When the two men ran by , he opened the ...
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... heavy list , loaded down beyond their water line , smoking so heavily that the smoke lay heavy over all of Lanzheron and our Black Sea Street . But the newspapers still came out . The White command knew that the end was approaching ...
... heavy list , loaded down beyond their water line , smoking so heavily that the smoke lay heavy over all of Lanzheron and our Black Sea Street . But the newspapers still came out . The White command knew that the end was approaching ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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