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Page 111
... whole day in the courtyard . We heard shots about noon . Then the shots became more frequent . A fire started on Vassilkovskaya Street . Scraps of burning paper fell in our courtyard . In the afternoon my father brought back a ...
... whole day in the courtyard . We heard shots about noon . Then the shots became more frequent . A fire started on Vassilkovskaya Street . Scraps of burning paper fell in our courtyard . In the afternoon my father brought back a ...
Page 175
... whole inci- dent , afraid of the publicity it might get . I still don't understand the sense of our suspension . We had three wonderful , tranquil days in which to rest , to read , to walk beside the Dnieper , and to go to the theater ...
... whole inci- dent , afraid of the publicity it might get . I still don't understand the sense of our suspension . We had three wonderful , tranquil days in which to rest , to read , to walk beside the Dnieper , and to go to the theater ...
Page 295
... whole world stands on work . And the man who works is the foundation of all the world . Finish your job , and then you can love . Either the dew , or the yellow bunting . Whichever you like . " " Tolstoy worked more than any of us ...
... whole world stands on work . And the man who works is the foundation of all the world . Finish your job , and then you can love . Either the dew , or the yellow bunting . Whichever you like . " " Tolstoy worked more than any of us ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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