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Page 104
... took offense for my father , but I went down to the river . Gleb Afanasiev walked with me . He became suddenly very serious . " Yes , Kostik ! " he said to me on the way , and he sighed deeply . I told my father that Chekhov had died ...
... took offense for my father , but I went down to the river . Gleb Afanasiev walked with me . He became suddenly very serious . " Yes , Kostik ! " he said to me on the way , and he sighed deeply . I told my father that Chekhov had died ...
Page 116
... took my chin firmly in his hand . " Your son ? A completely water - color boy . " He took my father by the hand and led him to the table . I looked timidly around the room . It was a garret room . Several water colors were fastened by ...
... took my chin firmly in his hand . " Your son ? A completely water - color boy . " He took my father by the hand and led him to the table . I looked timidly around the room . It was a garret room . Several water colors were fastened by ...
Page 237
... took their written examination in Russian literature together with us . Stanishevsky carried on negotiations with ... took out a paper with the theme of the composition chosen by the district educational officers , took a piece of chalk ...
... took their written examination in Russian literature together with us . Stanishevsky carried on negotiations with ... took out a paper with the theme of the composition chosen by the district educational officers , took a piece of chalk ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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