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Page 217
Sit in the garden and read , and I ' ll bake you some strutsel ( this was what
Grandmother called apple pie in Polish ) . I don ' t understand how people can ... I
read in the garden , sitting in Grandmother ' s wicker chair . From time to time I
heard ...
Sit in the garden and read , and I ' ll bake you some strutsel ( this was what
Grandmother called apple pie in Polish ) . I don ' t understand how people can ... I
read in the garden , sitting in Grandmother ' s wicker chair . From time to time I
heard ...
Page 389
She closed her eyes , and just as she had before , when she was sitting on the
bench at the barracks , shook her head . No matter how I prod my memory , I can '
t recall now in detail what happened then . I can remember only in snatches .
She closed her eyes , and just as she had before , when she was sitting on the
bench at the barracks , shook her head . No matter how I prod my memory , I can '
t recall now in detail what happened then . I can remember only in snatches .
Page 551
We sit here all alone in the woods , as if we were in a den , and we don ' t
understand how it is that we haven ' t been killed yet . ” This letter cut ... An old
nurse was sitting next to it , rocking the baby carriage with her foot , and singing
sleepily .
We sit here all alone in the woods , as if we were in a den , and we don ' t
understand how it is that we haven ' t been killed yet . ” This letter cut ... An old
nurse was sitting next to it , rocking the baby carriage with her foot , and singing
sleepily .
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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