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Page 25
It was about a mile and a half from the station to the monastery , which stood on a
high green hill . The pilgrims poured out of the trainPolish peasants with their
wives and a few city folk in dusty derby hats . A fat old priest and some young
boys ...
It was about a mile and a half from the station to the monastery , which stood on a
high green hill . The pilgrims poured out of the trainPolish peasants with their
wives and a few city folk in dusty derby hats . A fat old priest and some young
boys ...
Page 219
It was so quiet that I could hear the water leaking out of the locomotive . Dima met
me at the Bryansk station in Moscow . He had a stubborn little mustache on his
upper lip . He was wearing the uniform of a student at the Technological Institute .
It was so quiet that I could hear the water leaking out of the locomotive . Dima met
me at the Bryansk station in Moscow . He had a stubborn little mustache on his
upper lip . He was wearing the uniform of a student at the Technological Institute .
Page 288
Every night , about two o ' clock , when life had died in the city , we trolley
operators moved white hospital cars up to the station . Inside the cars spring beds
had been hung instead of seats . We had to do a lot of waiting . We would smoke
near ...
Every night , about two o ' clock , when life had died in the city , we trolley
operators moved white hospital cars up to the station . Inside the cars spring beds
had been hung instead of seats . We had to do a lot of waiting . We would smoke
near ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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