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... Occasionally she would take it out and proudly give it to us to sniff . The bar gave off the most subtle fragrance of roses . My father told me that the valley around Kazanlik — my grand- mother's birthplace - was called the Valley of ...
... Occasionally she would take it out and proudly give it to us to sniff . The bar gave off the most subtle fragrance of roses . My father told me that the valley around Kazanlik — my grand- mother's birthplace - was called the Valley of ...
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... occasionally he was in a good mood . Then he would walk over to us , pick up a book from someone , and settle down to read it avidly , as if forgetting time and place and the events still going on in the room with the fountain . Once he ...
... occasionally he was in a good mood . Then he would walk over to us , pick up a book from someone , and settle down to read it avidly , as if forgetting time and place and the events still going on in the room with the fountain . Once he ...
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... Occasionally , but only at some distance from the more populated streets , a few Junkers with drug - crazed eyes ... occasional dull street lamp seeming to light the way for the quivering , wailing scream . I learned about this later ...
... Occasionally , but only at some distance from the more populated streets , a few Junkers with drug - crazed eyes ... occasional dull street lamp seeming to light the way for the quivering , wailing scream . I learned about this later ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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