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... face with enormous , sad eyes . And there were a lot of bird feathers around the face . My father came to the boxroom and asked me : " Well , how's it going ? Have you found the Moscow shots ? " " Not yet . There's only some kind of an ...
... face with enormous , sad eyes . And there were a lot of bird feathers around the face . My father came to the boxroom and asked me : " Well , how's it going ? Have you found the Moscow shots ? " " Not yet . There's only some kind of an ...
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... face had called me . " Were you sleeping , you enema - giver ? ” he asked me in a quiet , unmocking voice . " You're not supposed to sleep , according to the rules . Give me something to drink . Or I'll be suffering here all night with ...
... face had called me . " Were you sleeping , you enema - giver ? ” he asked me in a quiet , unmocking voice . " You're not supposed to sleep , according to the rules . Give me something to drink . Or I'll be suffering here all night with ...
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... face - to - face confrontation by the Russian intelligentsia with its own ideals . It was a bitter drink , but no one could escape it . The strong in spirit drank it down , and stayed on the people's side ; those who were weak either ...
... face - to - face confrontation by the Russian intelligentsia with its own ideals . It was a bitter drink , but no one could escape it . The strong in spirit drank it down , and stayed on the people's side ; those who were weak either ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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