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... smoke collected . This smoke came from caves and shanties . The shanties were made out of anything : broken plywood , old tinplate , broken boxes , the seats of chairs , mattresses from which the springs were sticking out . Dirty sacks ...
... smoke collected . This smoke came from caves and shanties . The shanties were made out of anything : broken plywood , old tinplate , broken boxes , the seats of chairs , mattresses from which the springs were sticking out . Dirty sacks ...
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... smoke , the devil with you ! I'll smoke myself . Well , I'm surprised , and I don't understand just why , I'll admit . ” " But just the same , why ? " " Well , it isn't worth understanding . Just look around . Every- thing sparkles here ...
... smoke , the devil with you ! I'll smoke myself . Well , I'm surprised , and I don't understand just why , I'll admit . ” " But just the same , why ? " " Well , it isn't worth understanding . Just look around . Every- thing sparkles here ...
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... smoke with deep enjoyment . They waited , hunched over , their hands stuck up the sleeves of their overcoats , and they spat only when they looked at the west . A raw wind was blowing in gusts from that direction , lashing the boughs of ...
... smoke with deep enjoyment . They waited , hunched over , their hands stuck up the sleeves of their overcoats , and they spat only when they looked at the west . A raw wind was blowing in gusts from that direction , lashing the boughs of ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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