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... turned into a beautiful girl ? " the woman asked , and she laughed . “ Well , it's time to go . They're probably waiting for you at home . " We went out . She went with me to the corner of Fundukleyev- skaya Street , and from there turned ...
... turned into a beautiful girl ? " the woman asked , and she laughed . “ Well , it's time to go . They're probably waiting for you at home . " We went out . She went with me to the corner of Fundukleyev- skaya Street , and from there turned ...
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... turned around , looked straight in front of himself with his white eyes , and recited in a singsong voice : Under ... turned toward the woman , and went on : And then a young fellow put into his hands His heart - it was fluttering like a ...
... turned around , looked straight in front of himself with his white eyes , and recited in a singsong voice : Under ... turned toward the woman , and went on : And then a young fellow put into his hands His heart - it was fluttering like a ...
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... turned around to hide his eyes , and then he told me that I was a downright swine and that he had turned gray from missing me . He pointed to a gray lock of hair . It had always been there but now , it was true , it had grown bigger and ...
... turned around to hide his eyes , and then he told me that I was a downright swine and that he had turned gray from missing me . He pointed to a gray lock of hair . It had always been there but now , it was true , it had grown bigger and ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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