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Page 184
... standing next to the fire . The Sevruks were waiting for me on the shore : a thin man in boots and a silk jacket , who was the owner of the farm , a short , young woman who was his wife , and a student who was her brother . They put me ...
... standing next to the fire . The Sevruks were waiting for me on the shore : a thin man in boots and a silk jacket , who was the owner of the farm , a short , young woman who was his wife , and a student who was her brother . They put me ...
Page 379
... standing beside her . " Who brought her here ? ” Lelya asked . " He did , the Pan Lieutenant , " Vassil muttered ... standing there for ? Like a statue ? " She held out her hand to me , without standing up . I bent down to kiss her hand ...
... standing beside her . " Who brought her here ? ” Lelya asked . " He did , the Pan Lieutenant , " Vassil muttered ... standing there for ? Like a statue ? " She held out her hand to me , without standing up . I bent down to kiss her hand ...
Page 541
... standing next to every telephone . No one was allowed to make a call . All exits from the theater were closed . Armed guards were standing at them , too . They had orders to let nobody leave . A little later , from some unknown source ...
... standing next to every telephone . No one was allowed to make a call . All exits from the theater were closed . Armed guards were standing at them , too . They had orders to let nobody leave . A little later , from some unknown source ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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