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... seemed , was shining through the windows . But it never seemed to me to shine for more than an hour or so before I had to light the white , blinding lights again . Once Pokrovsky took me by the arm , led me to the window , and forced me ...
... seemed , was shining through the windows . But it never seemed to me to shine for more than an hour or so before I had to light the white , blinding lights again . Once Pokrovsky took me by the arm , led me to the window , and forced me ...
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... seemed to me , and maybe it was really true , that I grew more healthy from the sun and from light hunger - I was a little hungry all the time . I read and learned by heart all the poets whose books I took from the library . It was the ...
... seemed to me , and maybe it was really true , that I grew more healthy from the sun and from light hunger - I was a little hungry all the time . I read and learned by heart all the poets whose books I took from the library . It was the ...
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... seemed to me more beautiful than any rose garden I had ever seen . Its damp greenness was full of the fresh smell of mint and dill . " Just see , my dear comrade , " the gardener told me , “ it's quite possible to live like this ...
... seemed to me more beautiful than any rose garden I had ever seen . Its damp greenness was full of the fresh smell of mint and dill . " Just see , my dear comrade , " the gardener told me , “ it's quite possible to live like this ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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