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... window . But I was happy . For the first time I was feeling that traveler's serenity in which you don't have to think about anything at all but just look out of the window at the fields of rye , the woods , the little stations where ...
... window . But I was happy . For the first time I was feeling that traveler's serenity in which you don't have to think about anything at all but just look out of the window at the fields of rye , the woods , the little stations where ...
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... window sill , Sarcey's The Siege of Paris , and started to read it . Outside the window the wind was rustling the grape leaves . Suddenly an automobile stopped outside the house and raced its motor deafeningly . Someone stamped out of ...
... window sill , Sarcey's The Siege of Paris , and started to read it . Outside the window the wind was rustling the grape leaves . Suddenly an automobile stopped outside the house and raced its motor deafeningly . Someone stamped out of ...
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... window of my room . I was fascinated by the men's faces , which were green , with sunken eyes . It seemed to me that these men saw nothing and understood nothing , deafened by their own yelling . I turned away from the window when I ...
... window of my room . I was fascinated by the men's faces , which were green , with sunken eyes . It seemed to me that these men saw nothing and understood nothing , deafened by their own yelling . I turned away from the window when I ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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