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... STREET Our trips to Cherkasy and to Gorodishche were the holidays in my childhood , but the rest of the year was lived in Kiev , on Svyatoslav- skaya Street , where we lived through the long winters in a gloomy , uncomfortable apartment ...
... STREET Our trips to Cherkasy and to Gorodishche were the holidays in my childhood , but the rest of the year was lived in Kiev , on Svyatoslav- skaya Street , where we lived through the long winters in a gloomy , uncomfortable apartment ...
Page 239
... street all around us . This delighted us . Each of us in turn did the same with his textbook . In a minute the street was white with paper . A policeman whistled at us and we ran . We turned on to Fundukleyevskaya Street , then into the ...
... street all around us . This delighted us . Each of us in turn did the same with his textbook . In a minute the street was white with paper . A policeman whistled at us and we ran . We turned on to Fundukleyevskaya Street , then into the ...
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... streets , of picking in advance the nearest hiding place in case of shooting in the street or an en- counter with a drunken patrol . There was not a single such place on this street except for a two - storied house with a narrow , dark ...
... streets , of picking in advance the nearest hiding place in case of shooting in the street or an en- counter with a drunken patrol . There was not a single such place on this street except for a two - storied house with a narrow , dark ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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