This was sheer farce

And with emotion I now read Krupskaya’s letter. She took two extreme points in my connection with Lenin — the October day in 1902 when, after escaping from Siberia, I had raised Lenin from his…

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The house was better than we could usually

In the south of Russia, the Kievskaya Mysl was the most popular radical paper of the Marxist hue. A paper like it could exist only in Kiev, with its feeble industrial life, its undeveloped class…

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It ended in a picnic

His son David was thirty-five years old. He invariably wore a white bandage over one side of his face, showing above it a red, twitching eye. David was an unsuccessful suicide. When he was in…

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which had been set aside for our living-place

Beagle Bay had been founded by Bishop Gibney ten years before when, with two little exiles of Spanish priests, he had taken a long pilgrimage through the bush from Derby, at last finding suitable country…

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On deciding to do something

Several days ago, I made a decision to get the driver’s license. I used to be afraid of learning to drive and was filled with fear. On the other hand, there are so many people…

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Happiness, moved will emerge

In those fingers winding time, in the lonely sleepless night, always involuntarily thinking of that city, you so again and again, until, finally, heart tired. Someone once said: “dawei, might as well forget in river’s…

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