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... hear , Trofim ? " Sevruk asked . Turning to me , he said : " This is our forester , our inspector . " " What do I hear ? " Trofim sighed , and sat down at the table . " Always the same . At Lyadakh they've burned down a Pole's estate ...
... hear , Trofim ? " Sevruk asked . Turning to me , he said : " This is our forester , our inspector . " " What do I hear ? " Trofim sighed , and sat down at the table . " Always the same . At Lyadakh they've burned down a Pole's estate ...
Page 320
... hear the silence and to smell the lilacs growing all around one . A man could take off his cap , wipe from his forehead the red streak left by its tight cap - band , sigh , and say to himself : " What kind of crazy hysteria this is ...
... hear the silence and to smell the lilacs growing all around one . A man could take off his cap , wipe from his forehead the red streak left by its tight cap - band , sigh , and say to himself : " What kind of crazy hysteria this is ...
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... hear the roaring of the surf , crashing against the break- water . Then we heard shots fired around the gangways . They were fired in an effort to stop the crowds , but they only increased their fury . And in the city itself , behind ...
... hear the roaring of the surf , crashing against the break- water . Then we heard shots fired around the gangways . They were fired in an effort to stop the crowds , but they only increased their fury . And in the city itself , behind ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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