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... once . “ All the chairs are occupied . A lady walks in . Her eyes show that she has been crying . What should a polite man do ? " We answered that a polite man should , of course , offer her a chair at once . " And what should a man do ...
... once . “ All the chairs are occupied . A lady walks in . Her eyes show that she has been crying . What should a polite man do ? " We answered that a polite man should , of course , offer her a chair at once . " And what should a man do ...
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... once to the commandant of the station . Three days later we read a story in a little Brest newspaper about an unusually bold burglary of a jewelry store in Vilna . The same day the commandant came up to Pokrovsky and asked him : " Did a ...
... once to the commandant of the station . Three days later we read a story in a little Brest newspaper about an unusually bold burglary of a jewelry store in Vilna . The same day the commandant came up to Pokrovsky and asked him : " Did a ...
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... Once the package came undone in the trolley . I did not notice it until an elderly woman in a white kerchief asked me : " And where did you get such beauty nowadays ? " " Hold them more carefully , " the woman conductor of the trolley ...
... Once the package came undone in the trolley . I did not notice it until an elderly woman in a white kerchief asked me : " And where did you get such beauty nowadays ? " " Hold them more carefully , " the woman conductor of the trolley ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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