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Page 96
THE LINDEN BLOSSOMS I had never before seen such ancient trees . At night
their tops were lost in the sky . If a breeze started to blow them , the stars would
move like fireflies among the branches . In the daytime it was dark under the
linden ...
THE LINDEN BLOSSOMS I had never before seen such ancient trees . At night
their tops were lost in the sky . If a breeze started to blow them , the stars would
move like fireflies among the branches . In the daytime it was dark under the
linden ...
Page 97
We climbed up pine trees to look around over this green ocean for a planked roof
with a crooked , eight - pointed cross which would be the monastery . There was
a warm little breeze high up in the pine trees ; our hands stuck to the resiny ...
We climbed up pine trees to look around over this green ocean for a planked roof
with a crooked , eight - pointed cross which would be the monastery . There was
a warm little breeze high up in the pine trees ; our hands stuck to the resiny ...
Page 599
There are no external forces which can slow up the movement of sap in trees . So
spring came in its good time , the Dnieper overflowed its banks , weeds in the
fields grew higher than a man ' s head , and the battle - scarred chestnut trees ...
There are no external forces which can slow up the movement of sap in trees . So
spring came in its good time , the Dnieper overflowed its banks , weeds in the
fields grew higher than a man ' s head , and the battle - scarred chestnut trees ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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