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... fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth , with his arms around his knees , quietly and monoto- nously repeating ...
... fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth , with his arms around his knees , quietly and monoto- nously repeating ...
Page 381
... fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth , with his arms around his knees , quietly and monoto- nously repeating ...
... fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth , with his arms around his knees , quietly and monoto- nously repeating ...
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... fire ! The intermediary - representative of Vikzhel -will wait ten minutes . Don't fire ! " An unbelievable silence followed . It was so still that you could hear the street signs , riddled with bullets , swinging in the wind . I looked ...
... fire ! The intermediary - representative of Vikzhel -will wait ten minutes . Don't fire ! " An unbelievable silence followed . It was so still that you could hear the street signs , riddled with bullets , swinging in the wind . I looked ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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