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Page 320
... sound of boots and the rattle of rifles . But one had only to walk out on the wide street into the town to hear the silence and to smell the lilacs growing all around one . A man could take off his cap , wipe from his forehead the red ...
... sound of boots and the rattle of rifles . But one had only to walk out on the wide street into the town to hear the silence and to smell the lilacs growing all around one . A man could take off his cap , wipe from his forehead the red ...
Page 365
... sound . I lay and waited . I was sure the sound would come again . I wanted to smoke , but I delayed lighting the match , simply to avoid breaking the safe darkness of the night . I waited . Expecting the unknown sound began to frighten ...
... sound . I lay and waited . I was sure the sound would come again . I wanted to smoke , but I delayed lighting the match , simply to avoid breaking the safe darkness of the night . I waited . Expecting the unknown sound began to frighten ...
Page 381
... sound . I lay and waited . I was sure the sound would come again . I wanted to smoke , but I delayed lighting the match , simply to avoid breaking the safe darkness of the night . I waited . Expecting the unknown sound began to frighten ...
... sound . I lay and waited . I was sure the sound would come again . I wanted to smoke , but I delayed lighting the match , simply to avoid breaking the safe darkness of the night . I waited . Expecting the unknown sound began to frighten ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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