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... thought for a long time about him and about his young wife . An incomprehensible grief overwhelmed me when I thought of her little veil , and how , when she crossed the Kreshchatik , she had smiled and waved her hand . When I was in the ...
... thought for a long time about him and about his young wife . An incomprehensible grief overwhelmed me when I thought of her little veil , and how , when she crossed the Kreshchatik , she had smiled and waved her hand . When I was in the ...
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... thought of Lena , and I was staggered at the thought of how many people walk out of one's life and never return . It had hap- pened with Lena , and Aunt Nadya , and my grandfather the bee- keeper , and my father , and Uncle Yusia , and ...
... thought of Lena , and I was staggered at the thought of how many people walk out of one's life and never return . It had hap- pened with Lena , and Aunt Nadya , and my grandfather the bee- keeper , and my father , and Uncle Yusia , and ...
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... thought I was dealing with a progressive young man . " " It's written in my papers : Lower - middle - class citizen from the town of Vasilkov in Kiev province . ' What do you want from me ? In any case , I'm grateful to you for your ...
... thought I was dealing with a progressive young man . " " It's written in my papers : Lower - middle - class citizen from the town of Vasilkov in Kiev province . ' What do you want from me ? In any case , I'm grateful to you for your ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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