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I had a lump in my throat – I felt there was no more Russia and never would be again , everything was lost and there was nothing to live for . The singer seemed to guess my thoughts . ' My God ! What has Russia come to nowadays !
I had a lump in my throat – I felt there was no more Russia and never would be again , everything was lost and there was nothing to live for . The singer seemed to guess my thoughts . ' My God ! What has Russia come to nowadays !
Page 157
At any moment , Antoshchenko could shoot any one of us down . Each man's life hung on what he might take it into his head to do next . Every day , we waited for some new , humiliating scene , and he never disappointed us ...
At any moment , Antoshchenko could shoot any one of us down . Each man's life hung on what he might take it into his head to do next . Every day , we waited for some new , humiliating scene , and he never disappointed us ...
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To use the evasive language of thieves , we picked it up ( thieves never ' steal ) and returned it to the Academician . Convinced after these two incidents that Yasha was dangerous , Nazarov urged me never to go out with him again .
To use the evasive language of thieves , we picked it up ( thieves never ' steal ) and returned it to the Academician . Convinced after these two incidents that Yasha was dangerous , Nazarov urged me never to go out with him again .
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Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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