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... Borya . Markovich was wearing boots , with a leather belt around his student's coat . Mama didn't want to let Borya go , but my father shouted at her . Then she made the cross over Borya , kissed him , and let him go . All the time , while ...
... Borya . Markovich was wearing boots , with a leather belt around his student's coat . Mama didn't want to let Borya go , but my father shouted at her . Then she made the cross over Borya , kissed him , and let him go . All the time , while ...
Page 152
... Borya had gone off to the Polytechnical Institute a puffy man with a face like a head of sour cabbage walked into ... Borya's cigarettes from a box on the table . " I suffer indescribably . Thanks to the disease , I failed Professor ...
... Borya had gone off to the Polytechnical Institute a puffy man with a face like a head of sour cabbage walked into ... Borya's cigarettes from a box on the table . " I suffer indescribably . Thanks to the disease , I failed Professor ...
Page 154
... Borya pointed out . " But with a char- acter like yours it would be best to avoid them . Only riffraff live here . " " Why do you live here ? " " I'm used to it . They don't bother me . " After a month Borya found me a room with board ...
... Borya pointed out . " But with a char- acter like yours it would be best to avoid them . Only riffraff live here . " " Why do you live here ? " " I'm used to it . They don't bother me . " After a month Borya found me a room with board ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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