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Page 136
The wind blew shrilly at the window . Despondency flowed over the snow -
covered plains . A ground wind blew at night . I wanted to sleep , but sleep did not
come to me . I watched the tongue of flame in the lantern . The wind blew it from
side ...
The wind blew shrilly at the window . Despondency flowed over the snow -
covered plains . A ground wind blew at night . I wanted to sleep , but sleep did not
come to me . I watched the tongue of flame in the lantern . The wind blew it from
side ...
Page 231
A warm 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 .
A warm 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 .
Page 248
The trees swung in the 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 ...
The trees swung in the 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 ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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