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Page 231
... wind would sometimes blow the fog away . At Lukyanovka there was a smell of melting snow and of bark — the wind brought this from beyond the Dnieper , from the Chernigov woods which were already darkening with spring . The rooftops ...
... wind would sometimes blow the fog away . At Lukyanovka there was a smell of melting snow and of bark — the wind brought this from beyond the Dnieper , from the Chernigov woods which were already darkening with spring . The rooftops ...
Page 248
... wind and groaned . The leaves of the water lilies in the river stood on end . Rain hammered on the roof . It made sounds upstairs as if we were living inside a drum . Everyone cursed the bad days except Uncle Kolya , Gleb , and me . We ...
... wind and groaned . The leaves of the water lilies in the river stood on end . Rain hammered on the roof . It made sounds upstairs as if we were living inside a drum . Everyone cursed the bad days except Uncle Kolya , Gleb , and me . We ...
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... wind freshened so fast that within a couple of minutes waves were beginning to break over the sides of the boat . As often happens at sea , especially on the Azov Sea , the wind reversed itself , blowing away from Taganrog , and began ...
... wind freshened so fast that within a couple of minutes waves were beginning to break over the sides of the boat . As often happens at sea , especially on the Azov Sea , the wind reversed itself , blowing away from Taganrog , and began ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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