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It Is Quiet And Peaceful Here, The Air Is Good, There Are Numerous Gardens, And In Them Nightingales Sing And Spies Lurk Under The Bushes.

You Must Write For Children The Same Way You Write For Adults, Only Better.

Remembrance Of The Past Kills All Present Energy And Deadens All Hope For The Future

With His Own Money A Person Can Live As He Likes-a Ruble That's Your Own Is Dearer Than A Brother.

Processing The Human Raw Material Is Naturally More Complicated Than Processing Lumber.