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Page 244
... seen through the smoke . Dead silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped splashing . Even the leaves stopped quivering , as if frightened by the storm . Mordan crawled under the cottage and lay ...
... seen through the smoke . Dead silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped splashing . Even the leaves stopped quivering , as if frightened by the storm . Mordan crawled under the cottage and lay ...
Page 262
... seen an apartment so like the people who lived in it and the life they led . It was empty , almost without furniture except for the kitchen tables and a few creaky chairs . The shade from dark old trees fell into the rooms and made the ...
... seen an apartment so like the people who lived in it and the life they led . It was empty , almost without furniture except for the kitchen tables and a few creaky chairs . The shade from dark old trees fell into the rooms and made the ...
Page 398
... seen anything more dismal than that village . Low- roofed , dirty peasant huts , flat , bare fields , and not a single tree . Muddy transport carts filled this gloomy landscape , thin , shaggy horses , and transport soldiers who had by ...
... seen anything more dismal than that village . Low- roofed , dirty peasant huts , flat , bare fields , and not a single tree . Muddy transport carts filled this gloomy landscape , thin , shaggy horses , and transport soldiers who had by ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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