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Page 248
... warm planks , leaving wet footprints on them . The footprints disappeared while you watched them . The towels smelled salty like the sea . The sun warmed our chests and our wet heads , and all we wanted to do was to laugh and chatter ...
... warm planks , leaving wet footprints on them . The footprints disappeared while you watched them . The towels smelled salty like the sea . The sun warmed our chests and our wet heads , and all we wanted to do was to laugh and chatter ...
Page 336
... warm milk . Here's milk with foam on it . Remember , your darling mother ordered you to drink unskimmed milk ! ” Others called out their wares in gloomy voices : " A pocket full for a kopeck ! For one miserable little kopeck ! " Best of ...
... warm milk . Here's milk with foam on it . Remember , your darling mother ordered you to drink unskimmed milk ! ” Others called out their wares in gloomy voices : " A pocket full for a kopeck ! For one miserable little kopeck ! " Best of ...
Page 633
... warm shawl around her neck , and she cried out in a strained voice : " You've filled the train full of hungry tramps , so there's no place for us , the masters . They've got nothing but a hole in their pants , all these city characters ...
... warm shawl around her neck , and she cried out in a strained voice : " You've filled the train full of hungry tramps , so there's no place for us , the masters . They've got nothing but a hole in their pants , all these city characters ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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