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... wind blew shrilly at the window . Despondency flowed over the snow - covered plains . A ground wind blew at night . I wanted to sleep , but sleep did not come to me . I watched the tongue of flame in the lantern . The wind blew it from ...
... wind blew shrilly at the window . Despondency flowed over the snow - covered plains . A ground wind blew at night . I wanted to sleep , but sleep did not come to me . I watched the tongue of flame in the lantern . The wind blew it from ...
Page 231
... wind would sometimes blow the fog away . At Lukyanovka there was a smell of melting snow and of bark — the wind brought this from beyond the Dnieper , from the Chernigov woods which were already darkening with spring . The rooftops ...
... wind would sometimes blow the fog away . At Lukyanovka there was a smell of melting snow and of bark — the wind brought this from beyond the Dnieper , from the Chernigov woods which were already darkening with spring . The rooftops ...
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... wind and groaned . The leaves of the water lilies in the river stood on end . Rain hammered on the roof . It made sounds upstairs as if we were living inside a drum . Everyone cursed the bad days except Uncle Kolya , Gleb , and me . We ...
... wind and groaned . The leaves of the water lilies in the river stood on end . Rain hammered on the roof . It made sounds upstairs as if we were living inside a drum . Everyone cursed the bad days except Uncle Kolya , Gleb , and me . We ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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