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Page 26
She fell asleep . I looked out the narrow window . A monk walked by in a
handsome faded cassock . Then two Polish peasants sat down in the shade next
to the wall , took some gray bread and garlic out of their bundles , and started to
eat .
She fell asleep . I looked out the narrow window . A monk walked by in a
handsome faded cassock . Then two Polish peasants sat down in the shade next
to the wall , took some gray bread and garlic out of their bundles , and started to
eat .
Page 204
We insisted quietly but stubbornly that nothing had happened , that there had
been nobody hanging on the wall , and that the class had been sitting properly in
its places . We even managed to hint that perhaps Suboch was suffering from ...
We insisted quietly but stubbornly that nothing had happened , that there had
been nobody hanging on the wall , and that the class had been sitting properly in
its places . We even managed to hint that perhaps Suboch was suffering from ...
Page 241
A high stone wall , half again as high as a man , ran along the street here , with a
small projection about halfway up . At a signal , each of us jumped up to this
projection and scrambled over the wall . What we had learned about gymnastics
...
A high stone wall , half again as high as a man , ran along the street here , with a
small projection about halfway up . At a signal , each of us jumped up to this
projection and scrambled over the wall . What we had learned about gymnastics
...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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