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... side . My father pulled the line tight , the walnut rod bent in an arc , and a gurgling , splash- ing sound started in the mist over the pond . The water churned . Water beetles scattered hurriedly to all sides , and at last in the ...
... side . My father pulled the line tight , the walnut rod bent in an arc , and a gurgling , splash- ing sound started in the mist over the pond . The water churned . Water beetles scattered hurriedly to all sides , and at last in the ...
Page 136
... side to side , trying to extinguish it . I made a bet with myself — that if it were not blown out this would mean something good would happen in my life . The flame fought stub- bornly with the wind all night , and was still burning in ...
... side to side , trying to extinguish it . I made a bet with myself — that if it were not blown out this would mean something good would happen in my life . The flame fought stub- bornly with the wind all night , and was still burning in ...
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... side - not only the people , the villages and the towns , but even the sky and the trees . This was how I had ... side of the frontier . The same dry chicory grew on both sides of the path . Your foot sank into the sand just the way it ...
... side - not only the people , the villages and the towns , but even the sky and the trees . This was how I had ... side of the frontier . The same dry chicory grew on both sides of the path . Your foot sank into the sand just the way it ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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