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Page 295
... morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow buntings bathing in the dew . And thinks : " Today I'll go into the woods to pick some red bilberries , and maybe I'll get a basket full , and maybe I won't but I'll just lie down under a ...
... morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow buntings bathing in the dew . And thinks : " Today I'll go into the woods to pick some red bilberries , and maybe I'll get a basket full , and maybe I won't but I'll just lie down under a ...
Page 352
... morning ! Good news . I've lined up the most wonderful unit for you . They all stutter , and butter wouldn't melt in their mouths . What ? I'm deceiving you ? " Gronsky raised his arms to the heavens : " I swear before Pan God and his ...
... morning ! Good news . I've lined up the most wonderful unit for you . They all stutter , and butter wouldn't melt in their mouths . What ? I'm deceiving you ? " Gronsky raised his arms to the heavens : " I swear before Pan God and his ...
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... morning stood now on their balconies and on the pavements , shaking their fists in rage and shouting " Shame ! " at them . But Petliura's soldiers paid no attention and went right on running , looking back and stuffing things in their ...
... morning stood now on their balconies and on the pavements , shaking their fists in rage and shouting " Shame ! " at them . But Petliura's soldiers paid no attention and went right on running , looking back and stuffing things in their ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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