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... Tell us what it's all about , or tell us about ducks . " " That I can do , " the dry - faced man said willingly , and then he was silent for a moment . “ An old man who was pretty famous once lived on this Russian land . Count Tolstoy ...
... Tell us what it's all about , or tell us about ducks . " " That I can do , " the dry - faced man said willingly , and then he was silent for a moment . “ An old man who was pretty famous once lived on this Russian land . Count Tolstoy ...
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... Tell me , young man , " he asked in the confidential voice of a conspirator , " you don't happen to be , excuse me , an orderly ? " " Yes , I'm an orderly . " " From the train that came in yesterday for repairs ? ” " Yes , from that ...
... Tell me , young man , " he asked in the confidential voice of a conspirator , " you don't happen to be , excuse me , an orderly ? " " Yes , I'm an orderly . " " From the train that came in yesterday for repairs ? ” " Yes , from that ...
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... telling you I'm telling for the first time in my life . You don't tell things like this to just any- body . They make it dirty just by listening to it . And there was never anything better than this in all my life , I swear it by my old ...
... telling you I'm telling for the first time in my life . You don't tell things like this to just any- body . They make it dirty just by listening to it . And there was never anything better than this in all my life , I swear it by my old ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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