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SVYATOSLAVSKAYA STREET Our trips to Cherkasy and to Gorodishche were
the holidays in my childhood , but the rest of the year was lived in Kiev , on
Svyatoslavskaya Street , where we lived through the long winters in a gloomy ...
SVYATOSLAVSKAYA STREET Our trips to Cherkasy and to Gorodishche were
the holidays in my childhood , but the rest of the year was lived in Kiev , on
Svyatoslavskaya Street , where we lived through the long winters in a gloomy ...
Page 106
And don ' t you dare go out on the street alone . ” “ I want to go with you , ” I said
shyly . “ You ' d get crushed to death . Go on home . Tomorrow you can see
everything . ” I wanted terribly to go along with this happy and triumphal crowd .
And don ' t you dare go out on the street alone . ” “ I want to go with you , ” I said
shyly . “ You ' d get crushed to death . Go on home . Tomorrow you can see
everything . ” I wanted terribly to go along with this happy and triumphal crowd .
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In a minute the street was white with paper . A policeman whistled at us and we
ran . We turned on to Fundukleyevskaya Street , then into the narrow
Nesterovskaya Street . Gradually our numbers dwindled until there were only five
of us left ...
In a minute the street was white with paper . A policeman whistled at us and we
ran . We turned on to Fundukleyevskaya Street , then into the narrow
Nesterovskaya Street . Gradually our numbers dwindled until there were only five
of us left ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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