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Page 12
5 There , in a whisper , he would tell me simple stories which had stirred his
imagination : about a bottle of wine he had drunk the summer before in Belaya
Tserkov , about how he had once seen Colonel Skobelev himself near Plevna —
' as ...
5 There , in a whisper , he would tell me simple stories which had stirred his
imagination : about a bottle of wine he had drunk the summer before in Belaya
Tserkov , about how he had once seen Colonel Skobelev himself near Plevna —
' as ...
Page 58
I longed to take the parrot to the wasteland at once but Mama said : ' I ' m coming
with you . I must see this place for myself . ' She went home to change . I was
ashamed at the idea of her dressing up to call on ragged paupers but I said
nothing ...
I longed to take the parrot to the wasteland at once but Mama said : ' I ' m coming
with you . I must see this place for myself . ' She went home to change . I was
ashamed at the idea of her dressing up to call on ragged paupers but I said
nothing ...
Page 185
I once dreamed of becoming a wandering musician . I envied the gypsies . I
wished to play at village weddings and in woodmen ' s cottages . For lovers and
for poets , for heroes and for hermits — for those who , though betrayed , have
kept ...
I once dreamed of becoming a wandering musician . I envied the gypsies . I
wished to play at village weddings and in woodmen ' s cottages . For lovers and
for poets , for heroes and for hermits — for those who , though betrayed , have
kept ...
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