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Page 348
That article was not the place , though , to write about one particularly strange
happening which astonished me and all the other orderlies . The prisoners were
being led through Brest . Thousands of Austrian soldiers and officers — a slow ...
That article was not the place , though , to write about one particularly strange
happening which astonished me and all the other orderlies . The prisoners were
being led through Brest . Thousands of Austrian soldiers and officers — a slow ...
Page 446
... fullest expression , the discovery of the world in all its depth . It was in
Taganrog that I first really lived by the sea . Impressions did not slip away , but
stayed with me and grew . This was why I was particularly fond of poetry filled
with images ...
... fullest expression , the discovery of the world in all its depth . It was in
Taganrog that I first really lived by the sea . Impressions did not slip away , but
stayed with me and grew . This was why I was particularly fond of poetry filled
with images ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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