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And someone ' s voice — a woman ' s , a young voice - called for the blacksmith .
“ Ostap went out , and stood stock - still . At the very door of his smithy a black
horse was prancing , and on it was a woman of fabulous beauty in a long velvet ...
And someone ' s voice — a woman ' s , a young voice - called for the blacksmith .
“ Ostap went out , and stood stock - still . At the very door of his smithy a black
horse was prancing , and on it was a woman of fabulous beauty in a long velvet ...
Page 153
It was as if the money had melted in the air . While Count Pototsky and I were
talking , a door kept creaking in the room . But as soon as the money
disappeared into the air the door flew open and a little woman in a peignoir flew
into the room .
It was as if the money had melted in the air . While Count Pototsky and I were
talking , a door kept creaking in the room . But as soon as the money
disappeared into the air the door flew open and a little woman in a peignoir flew
into the room .
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His mother - a thin old woman with a trembling face — was sitting behind a
screen , reading a Polish prayer book in a low voice . ... Instead of these
Ukrainian girls , you could paint the bodies of two fat women without any risk at
all . They are ...
His mother - a thin old woman with a trembling face — was sitting behind a
screen , reading a Polish prayer book in a low voice . ... Instead of these
Ukrainian girls , you could paint the bodies of two fat women without any risk at
all . They are ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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