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Page 187
... little boy was lying in a narrow pine coffin with his flax - colored hair carefully combed . In his bloodless hands , crossed on his breast , he held a tall , thin candle . It flickered while it burned . Wax dropped down on the boy's ...
... little boy was lying in a narrow pine coffin with his flax - colored hair carefully combed . In his bloodless hands , crossed on his breast , he held a tall , thin candle . It flickered while it burned . Wax dropped down on the boy's ...
Page 375
... little clearing . A fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth , with his arms around his knees , quietly and monoto ...
... little clearing . A fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth , with his arms around his knees , quietly and monoto ...
Page 452
... small boys , whiteheaded and barefoot , and an equally whiteheaded little girl about eight years old . They were running toward me as hard as they could . The girl was running in front , looking back and crying to the little boys ...
... small boys , whiteheaded and barefoot , and an equally whiteheaded little girl about eight years old . They were running toward me as hard as they could . The girl was running in front , looking back and crying to the little boys ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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