And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel in Four Books, Volume 4Foreign Languages Publishing House, 1959 |
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Pagina 154
... tone as he made himself comfortable in the saddle . " You bawl away , but it's all for nothing . You're not such a ... tone : " Well , what is it you don't understand ? May- be I can explain to you ? " Not noticing the sneer in the tone ...
... tone as he made himself comfortable in the saddle . " You bawl away , but it's all for nothing . You're not such a ... tone : " Well , what is it you don't understand ? May- be I can explain to you ? " Not noticing the sneer in the tone ...
Pagina 292
... tone : " What are you crying for , Mother ? I'm not so bad now ... you haven't come to bury me , have you ? Oh , do tell me , what are you crying for ? " Agrippina gave her mother a nudge and , guessing the reason , Lukinichna swiftly ...
... tone : " What are you crying for , Mother ? I'm not so bad now ... you haven't come to bury me , have you ? Oh , do tell me , what are you crying for ? " Agrippina gave her mother a nudge and , guessing the reason , Lukinichna swiftly ...
Pagina 333
... tone . " I wouldn't mind , but we have got rather a lot in here , " the master said in an apologetic tone . " We'll find room somehow . We can't spend the night in the rain , can we ? " Grigory insisted . " I've got a sick orderly with ...
... tone . " I wouldn't mind , but we have got rather a lot in here , " the master said in an apologetic tone . " We'll find room somehow . We can't spend the night in the rain , can we ? " Grigory insisted . " I've got a sick orderly with ...
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