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Константин Паустовский. dawn . Everyone grew quiet . The blue light mixed with the light from the lamp on a table . Faces looked dull and beautiful . " The nicest time of all is after a muddled night , ” the old man in the student's ...
Константин Паустовский. dawn . Everyone grew quiet . The blue light mixed with the light from the lamp on a table . Faces looked dull and beautiful . " The nicest time of all is after a muddled night , ” the old man in the student's ...
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... lights at different distances from the port . I no longer remember their order , but I think that inside the harbor it- self the light showed red , farther out green , and really far away white . I stared at it . It was a white light ...
... lights at different distances from the port . I no longer remember their order , but I think that inside the harbor it- self the light showed red , farther out green , and really far away white . I stared at it . It was a white light ...
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... light , at last , people could be seen running from tree to tree in the middle of the boulevard . Soon a second blue torch exploded on the opposite side . Bullets had broken the burners of the gas - burning street lamps , and now the ...
... light , at last , people could be seen running from tree to tree in the middle of the boulevard . Soon a second blue torch exploded on the opposite side . Bullets had broken the burners of the gas - burning street lamps , and now the ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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