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Page 187
... road led up to the edge of a pine forest . The swamp stretched out on the other side of the road . It lost itself on the horizon in the dull light , shone in puddles of water , turned yellow with islands of flowers , and made little ...
... road led up to the edge of a pine forest . The swamp stretched out on the other side of the road . It lost itself on the horizon in the dull light , shone in puddles of water , turned yellow with islands of flowers , and made little ...
Page 313
... road . The road glistened . Steam rose from the wet horses . Far in the distance we could see a city shattered like a toy , through the blue smoke of clouds and rain . The wind blew the sound of church bells toward us . " That's ...
... road . The road glistened . Steam rose from the wet horses . Far in the distance we could see a city shattered like a toy , through the blue smoke of clouds and rain . The wind blew the sound of church bells toward us . " That's ...
Page 359
... road . We walked all day along little roads . I checked the map often . The smoke of fires surrounded us now on all sides . It formed into heavy wreaths and floated off to the east . It seemed to me that the only peaceful sound I heard ...
... road . We walked all day along little roads . I checked the map often . The smoke of fires surrounded us now on all sides . It formed into heavy wreaths and floated off to the east . It seemed to me that the only peaceful sound I heard ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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