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... quietly . " That won't happen . " " You'll see your mother , " my father whispered . " I have treated her badly ... May she forgive .. 39 He was silent , and he pressed my hand weakly . I did not understand his words then , and only ...
... quietly . " That won't happen . " " You'll see your mother , " my father whispered . " I have treated her badly ... May she forgive .. 39 He was silent , and he pressed my hand weakly . I did not understand his words then , and only ...
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... quietly parted to make way for us . The little boy was lying in a narrow pine coffin with his flax - colored hair carefully combed . In his bloodless hands , crossed on his breast , he held a tall , thin candle . It flickered while it ...
... quietly parted to make way for us . The little boy was lying in a narrow pine coffin with his flax - colored hair carefully combed . In his bloodless hands , crossed on his breast , he held a tall , thin candle . It flickered while it ...
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... quietly to my place . This was the moment when Spiridonovna ran out to the footlights , as I described at the begin- ning of this chapter . Now it was all clear - it was the Left Social Revolutionaries who had started the revolt . In ...
... quietly to my place . This was the moment when Spiridonovna ran out to the footlights , as I described at the begin- ning of this chapter . Now it was all clear - it was the Left Social Revolutionaries who had started the revolt . In ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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