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... words " proletariat " and " working class " it seemed to me for some reason that they existed in Russia only in ... words as we , mere mortals , there was still an enormous gap separating them from us . This distance was called talent ...
... words " proletariat " and " working class " it seemed to me for some reason that they existed in Russia only in ... words as we , mere mortals , there was still an enormous gap separating them from us . This distance was called talent ...
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... Words don't come easily to me . I understand them correctly , I can use them by touch , by taste , I knew all their qualities , but I just can't arrange them . There are a lot of ideas in every word , and the writer's job is to put a word ...
... Words don't come easily to me . I understand them correctly , I can use them by touch , by taste , I knew all their qualities , but I just can't arrange them . There are a lot of ideas in every word , and the writer's job is to put a word ...
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... words until they act on a man just as paint on a painter's canvas . ' But he says : ' Well , only the devil knows what that means ! ' So I leave him with this ' only the devil knows . ' One thing I understand : words don't come easily ...
... words until they act on a man just as paint on a painter's canvas . ' But he says : ' Well , only the devil knows what that means ! ' So I leave him with this ' only the devil knows . ' One thing I understand : words don't come easily ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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