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Page 104
... thought that I would outlive Chekhov ... " We walked back past the croquet ground . The mallets and balls lay scattered on the ground . The birds were making a racket in the linden trees , the sun shone through the leaves and made green ...
... thought that I would outlive Chekhov ... " We walked back past the croquet ground . The mallets and balls lay scattered on the ground . The birds were making a racket in the linden trees , the sun shone through the leaves and made green ...
Page 226
... thought of Lena , and I was staggered at the thought of how many people walk out of one's life and never return . It had hap- pened with Lena , and Aunt Nadya , and my grandfather the bee- keeper , and my father , and Uncle Yusia , and ...
... thought of Lena , and I was staggered at the thought of how many people walk out of one's life and never return . It had hap- pened with Lena , and Aunt Nadya , and my grandfather the bee- keeper , and my father , and Uncle Yusia , and ...
Page 519
... thought , the vehicle for its transmission from generation to genera- tion , from century to century . The book has carried thought throughout time in all its original purity and its fascinating subtlety , as fresh as when it first was ...
... thought , the vehicle for its transmission from generation to genera- tion , from century to century . The book has carried thought throughout time in all its original purity and its fascinating subtlety , as fresh as when it first was ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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