Writers are engineers of human souls. — Yury Olesha
Writers are engineers of human souls. — Yury Olesha
Writers are engineers of human souls. — Yury Olesha
Writers are engineers of human souls. — Yury Olesha
Writers are engineers of human souls. — Yury Olesha
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Writers are engineers of human souls.

— Yury Olesha
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