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THE TRIP TO CHENSTOKHOV In Cherkasy , on the Dnieper , lived my other
grandmotherVikentiya Ivanovna , a tall old Polish woman . She had a lot of
daughters , who were my aunts . One of them , Yefrosinya Grigorievna , was the
director of ...
THE TRIP TO CHENSTOKHOV In Cherkasy , on the Dnieper , lived my other
grandmotherVikentiya Ivanovna , a tall old Polish woman . She had a lot of
daughters , who were my aunts . One of them , Yefrosinya Grigorievna , was the
director of ...
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Now , of course , I sometimes feel I must have seen the wooden house in which
he lived . It seems that way , perhaps , because there were so many such warm
little houses in Simbirsk , throwing light through their windows onto the narrow ...
Now , of course , I sometimes feel I must have seen the wooden house in which
he lived . It seems that way , perhaps , because there were so many such warm
little houses in Simbirsk , throwing light through their windows onto the narrow ...
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... alive , lost the film of strangeness that had covered it while I was reading , and
took on sharp vividness and reality . Yes , this was Taganrog . This was the way I
saw it in 1916 , when I went there from Yuzovka and lived there until late in the ...
... alive , lost the film of strangeness that had covered it while I was reading , and
took on sharp vividness and reality . Yes , this was Taganrog . This was the way I
saw it in 1916 , when I went there from Yuzovka and lived there until late in the ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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