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... began gradually to make distinctions among my cor- respondents . I began to ask them to send me portraits of writers and illustrated magazines . This is how I got my beautiful portrait of Byron , sent me by a young English doctor from ...
... began gradually to make distinctions among my cor- respondents . I began to ask them to send me portraits of writers and illustrated magazines . This is how I got my beautiful portrait of Byron , sent me by a young English doctor from ...
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... began to drop the trumpery ; his voice started to sound almost human . The clean air of our steppes began to creep into his verses , " the wind over the waving grain fields , " and his sophistication was sometimes replaced by a true ...
... began to drop the trumpery ; his voice started to sound almost human . The clean air of our steppes began to creep into his verses , " the wind over the waving grain fields , " and his sophistication was sometimes replaced by a true ...
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... began to feel the wall and I hurt myself - I tore a fingernail on a silken hanging . In the end I bumped into a soft armchair with elbow rests and I sat down in it and began to wait . For a while this incident amused me . It was clear ...
... began to feel the wall and I hurt myself - I tore a fingernail on a silken hanging . In the end I bumped into a soft armchair with elbow rests and I sat down in it and began to wait . For a while this incident amused me . It was clear ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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