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Page 108
We walked in a big circle , past the Cathedral of St . Vladimir , and came out on
Nikolayevsky Square at the exact spot where a little while before I had hung on
the fence , yelled “ Hurrah , ” and waved my cap . “ Thank you , ” I said to the girl .
We walked in a big circle , past the Cathedral of St . Vladimir , and came out on
Nikolayevsky Square at the exact spot where a little while before I had hung on
the fence , yelled “ Hurrah , ” and waved my cap . “ Thank you , ” I said to the girl .
Page 232
A thin sallow - faced man with a tangled beard and sunken , piercing eyes
walked into the room from the street . He took a long time , swearing and
coughing , taking off his high galoshes and unwinding a long muffler . “ There ' s
the editor .
A thin sallow - faced man with a tangled beard and sunken , piercing eyes
walked into the room from the street . He took a long time , swearing and
coughing , taking off his high galoshes and unwinding a long muffler . “ There ' s
the editor .
Page 239
We walked to the Galitsky Market where there were a lot of small taverns and
eating places . We all decided to get drunk because we felt that examinations
were finished with . Only Latin was left , and none of us was frightened of this .
We walked to the Galitsky Market where there were a lot of small taverns and
eating places . We all decided to get drunk because we felt that examinations
were finished with . Only Latin was left , and none of us was frightened of this .
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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