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Page 171
... snow at the end of it . We would scatter to go home , and the snow would fall and fall . Our cheeks would be aflame . Our young and passionate happiness would race along with us on the slippery pavements , accompany- ing us , not ...
... snow at the end of it . We would scatter to go home , and the snow would fall and fall . Our cheeks would be aflame . Our young and passionate happiness would race along with us on the slippery pavements , accompany- ing us , not ...
Page 218
... snow was falling so heavily when we went through Bryansk that nothing could be seen out of the train windows . I could only imagine to myself the little town far beyond the falling snow , the shimmering carpets of snow along its streets ...
... snow was falling so heavily when we went through Bryansk that nothing could be seen out of the train windows . I could only imagine to myself the little town far beyond the falling snow , the shimmering carpets of snow along its streets ...
Page 297
... snow down from the eaves on to the old man's shaggy head . It was winter . Russia was lying in the snowdrifts . When we were carrying wounded , I noticed nothing around me - there was no time to . But during our trips back every orderly ...
... snow down from the eaves on to the old man's shaggy head . It was winter . Russia was lying in the snowdrifts . When we were carrying wounded , I noticed nothing around me - there was no time to . But during our trips back every orderly ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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