When I was nine years old, I read a random short novel by Russian writer Ivan Turgenev called “Notes of the Hunter.” I wanted to read any interesting story in the style of action, or maybe horror films, but I left...
« The fertile virgin-lands between Altai and Khangai, Lands of our eternal destiny where ancestors lie, Land grown mellow under the golden rays of the sun, Land grown eternal under the silver moon. This is my native land, Mongolia the beautiful! » —Dashdoriyjiyn Natsagdorj, My Native Land
When I was nine years old, I read a random short novel by Russian writer Ivan Turgenev called “Notes of the Hunter.” I wanted to read any interesting story in the style of action, or maybe horror films, but I left... media_text
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-the fragment of meta-novel “The Wings of Dying Bird”- The Old Man of the Mountain came several times after the gold had been returned to Shar-Ganga (Yellow Canyon). This was before the cave had been... media_text
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