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Page 19
Then one of them would begin to bob , starting ripples of light , or would plunge
suddenly down , or be yanked quickly to one side . My father pulled the line tight ,
the walnut rod bent in an arc , and a gurgling , splashing sound started in the ...
Then one of them would begin to bob , starting ripples of light , or would plunge
suddenly down , or be yanked quickly to one side . My father pulled the line tight ,
the walnut rod bent in an arc , and a gurgling , splashing sound started in the ...
Page 104
My father suddenly grew pinched in the face , and all hunched over . " Well , well ,
” he said , in confusion , " how can it be ? I never thought that I would outlive
Chekhov . . . " We walked back past the croquet ground . The mallets and balls
lay ...
My father suddenly grew pinched in the face , and all hunched over . " Well , well ,
” he said , in confusion , " how can it be ? I never thought that I would outlive
Chekhov . . . " We walked back past the croquet ground . The mallets and balls
lay ...
Page 612
Suddenly I heard a horse running . Someone was riding up to the warehouse ,
dismounting , swearing heavily . I recognized Antoshchenko ' s voice .
Sometimes he used to check the guards at night . Antoshchenko walked up to the
...
Suddenly I heard a horse running . Someone was riding up to the warehouse ,
dismounting , swearing heavily . I recognized Antoshchenko ' s voice .
Sometimes he used to check the guards at night . Antoshchenko walked up to the
...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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