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... waiting . But where's your mother , Maria Grigorievna ? " " I sent her a telegram to Moscow . She'll probably get here to- morrow . " Uncle Ilko looked at the river . “ It's still rising , " he said . “ It's bad , my dear Kostik . Well ...
... waiting . But where's your mother , Maria Grigorievna ? " " I sent her a telegram to Moscow . She'll probably get here to- morrow . " Uncle Ilko looked at the river . “ It's still rising , " he said . “ It's bad , my dear Kostik . Well ...
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... waiting for the right train which was following us . I didn't mind . It was good to sit in the third - class waiting room , reading the timetable , listening to the warning bells and the clatter of the telegraph key , and walking out on ...
... waiting for the right train which was following us . I didn't mind . It was good to sit in the third - class waiting room , reading the timetable , listening to the warning bells and the clatter of the telegraph key , and walking out on ...
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... waiting their turn . Some of them had been waiting more than a month , listening to the old nurse's song , completely in the dark about what was happening to their applications . So I would have to go without the permit . I learned that ...
... waiting their turn . Some of them had been waiting more than a month , listening to the old nurse's song , completely in the dark about what was happening to their applications . So I would have to go without the permit . I learned that ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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