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Page 192
... seen from here , " said a third voice , quite a young one , anxiously . " Maybe everything was too wet from the rain . " " For Gon's men there is no such thing as wetness , nor trouble , ” the rasping voice answered . " It'll be , " the ...
... seen from here , " said a third voice , quite a young one , anxiously . " Maybe everything was too wet from the rain . " " For Gon's men there is no such thing as wetness , nor trouble , ” the rasping voice answered . " It'll be , " the ...
Page 244
... seen through the smoke . Dead silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped splashing . Even the leaves stopped quivering , as if frightened by the storm . Mordan crawled under the cottage and lay ...
... seen through the smoke . Dead silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped splashing . Even the leaves stopped quivering , as if frightened by the storm . Mordan crawled under the cottage and lay ...
Page 398
... seen anything more dismal than that village . Low- roofed , dirty peasant huts , flat , bare fields , and not a single tree . Muddy transport carts filled this gloomy landscape , thin , shaggy horses , and transport soldiers who had by ...
... seen anything more dismal than that village . Low- roofed , dirty peasant huts , flat , bare fields , and not a single tree . Muddy transport carts filled this gloomy landscape , thin , shaggy horses , and transport soldiers who had by ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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