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Page 123
... wanted to understand , let alone approve , this habit . But Lena believed me . She wanted to believe everything I thought up for her . If I didn't show up with Galya at the vineyard for two or three days , she would bring the grapes to ...
... wanted to understand , let alone approve , this habit . But Lena believed me . She wanted to believe everything I thought up for her . If I didn't show up with Galya at the vineyard for two or three days , she would bring the grapes to ...
Page 363
... wanted to sort them out , to think out , once and for all , what had been smarting in my heart for a long time . I wanted to think about kindness , and a warm shoulder , a shoulder one could hold to tightly . " Mama ! " I said to myself ...
... wanted to sort them out , to think out , once and for all , what had been smarting in my heart for a long time . I wanted to think about kindness , and a warm shoulder , a shoulder one could hold to tightly . " Mama ! " I said to myself ...
Page 414
... wanted , as I have often wanted since then , to walk off across the fresh spring flelds and never come back again . In Yekaterinoslav , I rented a corner in the suburb of Cheche- levka , not from the Bryansk factory . All the money I ...
... wanted , as I have often wanted since then , to walk off across the fresh spring flelds and never come back again . In Yekaterinoslav , I rented a corner in the suburb of Cheche- levka , not from the Bryansk factory . All the money I ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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