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By Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Bulat Okudzhava, Alexander Yashkin, Yury Nagibin, Nikolay Zhdanov, Vera Panova, Yury Kazakov

One other anthology of twentieth century Russian literature. no longer the easiest, yet nonetheless a few stable stories....

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Levers - Alexander Yashin
A gentle within the Window - Yury Nagibin
A journey domestic - Nikolay Zhdanov
An Incident at Krechetovka Station - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Matryona's domestic - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
For the great of the reason - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Good-bye, Schoolboy! - Bulat Okudzhava
Promoxys - Bulat Okudzhava
Seryozha - Vera Panova
The Fourth Daddy - Yury Nagibin
On the Island- Yury Kazakov
Biographical Notes

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