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Константин Паустовский. anxiously after him . Pavlia took off his pince - nez and cleaned them for a long time with his handkerchief . " Kostik , " Mama said to me , " go down to the river and call your father . Let him interrupt his ...
Константин Паустовский. anxiously after him . Pavlia took off his pince - nez and cleaned them for a long time with his handkerchief . " Kostik , " Mama said to me , " go down to the river and call your father . Let him interrupt his ...
Page 138
... pince - nez . They all smoked and wore severe black skirts with gray blouses , and just as if they had made an agreement about it pinned their watches with safety pins at exactly the same place on their bosoms . The sisters were always ...
... pince - nez . They all smoked and wore severe black skirts with gray blouses , and just as if they had made an agreement about it pinned their watches with safety pins at exactly the same place on their bosoms . The sisters were always ...
Page 252
... pince - nez and stared at me with threatening surprise . " Ho - ho ! It's not much just want- ing to be a writer . Perhaps I too would like to be Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy . " " But I've already written . . . and been published . " " In ...
... pince - nez and stared at me with threatening surprise . " Ho - ho ! It's not much just want- ing to be a writer . Perhaps I too would like to be Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy . " " But I've already written . . . and been published . " " In ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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