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Page 117
... hard to make anything out of the painting behind Vrubel's back . I knew only that it was " The Demon . " It was much later , in the winter of 1911 , that I saw the picture for the first time , in the Tretyakovsky Gallery . That winter ...
... hard to make anything out of the painting behind Vrubel's back . I knew only that it was " The Demon . " It was much later , in the winter of 1911 , that I saw the picture for the first time , in the Tretyakovsky Gallery . That winter ...
Page 202
... hard on this piece , and he often played parts of it to Grandmother and me . Grandmother was still astonished by Gattenberger's gloomy fantasies . " First death , now plague ! " she complained . " I don't understand it . I think music ...
... hard on this piece , and he often played parts of it to Grandmother and me . Grandmother was still astonished by Gattenberger's gloomy fantasies . " First death , now plague ! " she complained . " I don't understand it . I think music ...
Page 512
... hard to find some clarity as quickly as I could . Without it , it would be hard for me -- as for everyone - to go on living . But I soon realized that my time had clearly not yet come . Life was still too chaotic , and I would have to ...
... hard to find some clarity as quickly as I could . Without it , it would be hard for me -- as for everyone - to go on living . But I soon realized that my time had clearly not yet come . Life was still too chaotic , and I would have to ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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