Cressy (Classic Reprint) Bret Harte

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As the master of the Indian Spring school emerged from the pine woods into the little clearing before the school-house, he stopped whistling, put his hat less jauntily on his head, threw away some wild flowers he had gathered Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Cressy (Classic Reprint) (Bret Harte)