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... talk about this together , Georgi . " " Let's talk about it , " my father agreed . We walked through the municipal park to our carriage . Glow- ing lanterns hung among the trees . A military band was playing a march on an outdoor stage ...
... talk about this together , Georgi . " " Let's talk about it , " my father agreed . We walked through the municipal park to our carriage . Glow- ing lanterns hung among the trees . A military band was playing a march on an outdoor stage ...
Page 434
... talk to you . " " Talk ? " Lyuba asked , and she turned around . " You need to talk with me ? In your room ? " " Well , why not ? It's a nice room . " Lyuba stood up . " You know yourself what kind of a day I've had . So get out of here ...
... talk to you . " " Talk ? " Lyuba asked , and she turned around . " You need to talk with me ? In your room ? " " Well , why not ? It's a nice room . " Lyuba stood up . " You know yourself what kind of a day I've had . So get out of here ...
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... talk , bold and desperate talk , full of humility and full of hatred , every kind of talk . In all the conversa- tion there was only one common element : the hope for peace , the hope that the soldiers would come back from the war and ...
... talk , bold and desperate talk , full of humility and full of hatred , every kind of talk . In all the conversa- tion there was only one common element : the hope for peace , the hope that the soldiers would come back from the war and ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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