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Page 187
... yellow with islands of flowers , and made little noises in the gray sedge . I had never before seen such enormous swamps . A long way from the road we could see in the middle of the green , luxuriant quagmires a dark slanting cross ...
... yellow with islands of flowers , and made little noises in the gray sedge . I had never before seen such enormous swamps . A long way from the road we could see in the middle of the green , luxuriant quagmires a dark slanting cross ...
Page 244
... yellow whirlwinds began to be seen in the cloud . Its edge drooped down to the earth . Lightning ran and danced in ... yellow haze moved over the ground . An incredible white light caught flame in this haze and then we heard such a crash ...
... yellow whirlwinds began to be seen in the cloud . Its edge drooped down to the earth . Lightning ran and danced in ... yellow haze moved over the ground . An incredible white light caught flame in this haze and then we heard such a crash ...
Page 422
... yellow cliffs moth - eaten like honeycombs with a multitude of windows . I climbed up along a winding path and suddenly found myself in such antiquity that it seemed unreal . Deep paths had been hacked into the limestone , yellow with ...
... yellow cliffs moth - eaten like honeycombs with a multitude of windows . I climbed up along a winding path and suddenly found myself in such antiquity that it seemed unreal . Deep paths had been hacked into the limestone , yellow with ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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