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Page 109
Konstantin Paustovsky. pinned them on our jackets . The school was unusually
silent . ... In the deep silence could be heard the clip - clop of horses ' hooves as a
patrol rode past . Tregubov leaned forward and clutched the edge of the desk ...
Konstantin Paustovsky. pinned them on our jackets . The school was unusually
silent . ... In the deep silence could be heard the clip - clop of horses ' hooves as a
patrol rode past . Tregubov leaned forward and clutched the edge of the desk ...
Page 129
Occasionally , when there was a moment of complete silence — as happens in
even the noisiest households — I felt thoroughly uncomfortable alone with him .
Little by little I studied his character . I knew that he liked making fun of people ,
that ...
Occasionally , when there was a moment of complete silence — as happens in
even the noisiest households — I felt thoroughly uncomfortable alone with him .
Little by little I studied his character . I knew that he liked making fun of people ,
that ...
Page 214
There was silence again , but when I stirred Sevryuk touched my arm . More
people were coming out of the inn . ' I ' ll be going with Kuzma to Ovruch . ' The
new voice was familiar . ' I might find a guide there . The people are starving . ' It
was ...
There was silence again , but when I stirred Sevryuk touched my arm . More
people were coming out of the inn . ' I ' ll be going with Kuzma to Ovruch . ' The
new voice was familiar . ' I might find a guide there . The people are starving . ' It
was ...
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