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Its damp green jungle smelled refreshingly of mint and dill , and I thought it more beautiful than the most luxurious rose garden . “ So you see , ' he said to me , ' this also is a way of life . You can fight for freedom , you can ...
Its damp green jungle smelled refreshingly of mint and dill , and I thought it more beautiful than the most luxurious rose garden . “ So you see , ' he said to me , ' this also is a way of life . You can fight for freedom , you can ...
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Sometimes I used to walk across the back gardens and the vacant lots , where sharp splinters of sun from the broken glass flew into my eyes until I came to the low bank of the Moskva . Across the river , leafy slopes ran down from ...
Sometimes I used to walk across the back gardens and the vacant lots , where sharp splinters of sun from the broken glass flew into my eyes until I came to the low bank of the Moskva . Across the river , leafy slopes ran down from ...
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We tore through the dark garden . The white trunks of trees treated with lime helped to guide us . The Cossacks were already climbing the wall after us . A bullet flew past my ear . We reached the wall at the end of the garden .
We tore through the dark garden . The white trunks of trees treated with lime helped to guide us . The Cossacks were already climbing the wall after us . A bullet flew past my ear . We reached the wall at the end of the garden .
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Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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