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... little town called Gelendzhik , near Novorossisk . No better place than Gelendzhik could have been picked , prob- ably , to discourage my yearning for the sea and the south . Gelendzhik was then a dusty , hot little town without any ...
... little town called Gelendzhik , near Novorossisk . No better place than Gelendzhik could have been picked , prob- ably , to discourage my yearning for the sea and the south . Gelendzhik was then a dusty , hot little town without any ...
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... little town of Chernobuil , managing a small estate there , called Kopan , which belonged to my Aunt Vera in Kiev . Mama loved farm affairs . At one time she had dreamed of making me an agricultural expert . I traveled through Kiev ...
... little town of Chernobuil , managing a small estate there , called Kopan , which belonged to my Aunt Vera in Kiev . Mama loved farm affairs . At one time she had dreamed of making me an agricultural expert . I traveled through Kiev ...
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... town of Smela , the little town where I had gone as a child with my Aunt Nadya and had met the bearded young artist who was in love with her . On the second day of our wait I walked there . To visit places where one has been before is ...
... town of Smela , the little town where I had gone as a child with my Aunt Nadya and had met the bearded young artist who was in love with her . On the second day of our wait I walked there . To visit places where one has been before is ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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