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... morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow buntings bathing in the dew . And thinks : " Today I'll go into the woods to pick some red bilberries , and maybe I'll get a basket full , and maybe I won't but I'll just lie down under a ...
... morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow buntings bathing in the dew . And thinks : " Today I'll go into the woods to pick some red bilberries , and maybe I'll get a basket full , and maybe I won't but I'll just lie down under a ...
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... morning stood now on their balconies and on the pavements , shaking their fists in rage and shouting " Shame ! " at them . But Petliura's soldiers paid no attention and went right on running , looking back and stuffing things in their ...
... morning stood now on their balconies and on the pavements , shaking their fists in rage and shouting " Shame ! " at them . But Petliura's soldiers paid no attention and went right on running , looking back and stuffing things in their ...
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... morning . It was shunted at once onto a siding where dry goose- foot plants were turning black where they grew on piles of old slag . Later in the morning we jumped out of our car and were surprised to find that our engine had been ...
... morning . It was shunted at once onto a siding where dry goose- foot plants were turning black where they grew on piles of old slag . Later in the morning we jumped out of our car and were surprised to find that our engine had been ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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