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Page 477
I knew only one thing firmly : that not once in these years had I thought about
prosperity or about organizing my life . I had been possessed by one passion —
writing . Now , on the train , I felt that I could already express my understanding of
...
I knew only one thing firmly : that not once in these years had I thought about
prosperity or about organizing my life . I had been possessed by one passion —
writing . Now , on the train , I felt that I could already express my understanding of
...
Page 484
No one knew his real name . The paper published sensational dispatches from
all over the country , a chronicle of Moscow life , and occasionally a few decrees
issued by Dr . Kishkin , the Commissar of the Provisional Government . It never ...
No one knew his real name . The paper published sensational dispatches from
all over the country , a chronicle of Moscow life , and occasionally a few decrees
issued by Dr . Kishkin , the Commissar of the Provisional Government . It never ...
Page 626
The mothers , hurrying , began to hide their frightened children in the sacks , and
he tied up the tops again . Do you realize , those women didn ' t even have time
to kiss their children ? And they knew perfectly well they ' d never see them again
...
The mothers , hurrying , began to hide their frightened children in the sacks , and
he tied up the tops again . Do you realize , those women didn ' t even have time
to kiss their children ? And they knew perfectly well they ' d never see them again
...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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