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... flowers . I loved their grayish leaves and their pale blossoms . They were linked in my imagina- tion somehow with the sea - far away , warm , washing the shores of countries flowering with oleanders . Grandmother was good at growing ...
... flowers . I loved their grayish leaves and their pale blossoms . They were linked in my imagina- tion somehow with the sea - far away , warm , washing the shores of countries flowering with oleanders . Grandmother was good at growing ...
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... flowers for a long time . Gradually it had grown poorer , run wild , and at the beginning of the Revolution there was nothing left in the park except one small greenhouse . But some elderly women and the old gardener were still working ...
... flowers for a long time . Gradually it had grown poorer , run wild , and at the beginning of the Revolution there was nothing left in the park except one small greenhouse . But some elderly women and the old gardener were still working ...
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... flowers . For example , there have been , are , and always will be lovers . And what's a better way to show your love than with flowers ? Our pro- fession will never die out . ” Sometimes the gardener would pick some stock or a few ...
... flowers . For example , there have been , are , and always will be lovers . And what's a better way to show your love than with flowers ? Our pro- fession will never die out . ” Sometimes the gardener would pick some stock or a few ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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