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Vasyaгрн2.28 -10% Off грн2.05"In Tambov I got from Voronezh with our circus going to Saratov. A circus with horse and cartfuls of situation embarked in a commodity train that had to step back in д...
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Actor Volskyгрн2.28 -10% Off грн2.05“Who writes about his past in his ninth decade of stormy years, this is understandable. A hot July day. The aspen leaf does not move. I'm sitting with a notebook and...
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My wanderingsгрн75.00 -10% Off грн67.50
Vladimir Alekseevich Gilyarovsky is a unique phenomenon in the history of Russian culture. His life was so rich in events and adventures, and his personality...
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"Unexpected gladness"грн2.33 -10% Off грн2.10"Enormous ferrous lock, what since I never saw anymore, hung on a низенькой, covered by sheet iron door.And brought me over to this door here that. Э...
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Works in four volumes....грн95.00 -10% Off грн85.50
The second volume of the Works includes the book “Slum People”, as well as stories, essays, reports
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Volume 1. My wanderings....грн95.00 -10% Off грн85.50The first volume of the Works of V. A. Gilyarovsky includes “My Wanderings” and “People of the Theater”.
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Volume 2. Slum people....грн95.00 -10% Off грн85.50The second volume of the Works includes the book “Slum People”, as well as stories, essays, reports.
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Stories and essaysгрн45.00 -10% Off грн40.50
Vladimir Gilyarovsky did not write thick novels and stories, but many of his contemporaries have passed from human memory, but he remains. We cannot forget h...
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Wolf-like peopleгрн20.00 -10% Off грн18.00
“The month of July. I am traveling along the Volga to the Astrakhan steppes to describe the plague on behalf of the editors. The audience on the ship is quit...
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Fogabalгрн20.00 -10% Off грн18.00
“It’s cold. The grass at the deserted hippodrome turned brown. There are no doors or windows near the remains of stone buildings... Previously, a high fence ...
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Starogladovtsyгрн20.00 -10% Off грн18.00
“On a damp autumn morning, on the tired nag of an old night cab driver, in a tattered cab, I trudged along the deserted alleys between Prechistenka and Arbat...
