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The sapling realized that it, too, had finished its early lessons. It had grown from a tiny seed in a cradle to a strong tree standing tall by the path. As the children walked past, the sapling waved its leafy branches, ready to watch them grow, just as it had, from the cradle to the school. Finding the Book ot kolybeli do shkoly skachat fb2
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