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... write about all that's good in life ? ' ' I'll write as much of it as I can . At first I'll write about how an old man lives in a hut by a river , and goes out every morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow buntings bathing in the ...
... write about all that's good in life ? ' ' I'll write as much of it as I can . At first I'll write about how an old man lives in a hut by a river , and goes out every morning onto the threshold to watch the yellow buntings bathing in the ...
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... write it . It would be best if I , obviously a literary man , would write it for them and they , the workers , could correct it and then put it “ into circulation . ” I agreed . I wrote the leaflet , and I put into it all the pathos of ...
... write it . It would be best if I , obviously a literary man , would write it for them and they , the workers , could correct it and then put it “ into circulation . ” I agreed . I wrote the leaflet , and I put into it all the pathos of ...
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... writing about ? About love ? " " Yes , " I answered . " I'm writing about happy life , Lyuba . ” " I might be interesting to you , " she sighed . " Maybe you could write something good about me . A whole novel . And people would read it ...
... writing about ? About love ? " " Yes , " I answered . " I'm writing about happy life , Lyuba . ” " I might be interesting to you , " she sighed . " Maybe you could write something good about me . A whole novel . And people would read it ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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