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... trolley to trolley , the old man would ride to his office , day after day and month after month , without ever paying his fare . There was no point in getting angry at him . The hundred - ruble note was always the same one . We who were ...
... trolley to trolley , the old man would ride to his office , day after day and month after month , without ever paying his fare . There was no point in getting angry at him . The hundred - ruble note was always the same one . We who were ...
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... trolley without giving the trailer a sharp jerk and without hearing , in reply , the shouted profanities of the passengers . One day a white truck belonging to Chichkin's milk concern drove on to the trolley tracks on Smolensk Boulevard ...
... trolley without giving the trailer a sharp jerk and without hearing , in reply , the shouted profanities of the passengers . One day a white truck belonging to Chichkin's milk concern drove on to the trolley tracks on Smolensk Boulevard ...
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... trolley workers called it . Then the driver would go at full speed until he had caught up to the trolley in front of him . We were happy now . The trolley in front of us picked up all the passengers and we followed along empty . It was ...
... trolley workers called it . Then the driver would go at full speed until he had caught up to the trolley in front of him . We were happy now . The trolley in front of us picked up all the passengers and we followed along empty . It was ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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