Story of a Life: In that dawnHarvill Press, 1967 - Authors, Russian |
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Page 24
... bullet had hit Chekhov in the chest , tearing a hole in his white piqué waistcoat . The crossfire crackled like burning brushwood . Bullets rattled on the metal roofs . My landlord , a widowed , middle - aged architect , called me to ...
... bullet had hit Chekhov in the chest , tearing a hole in his white piqué waistcoat . The crossfire crackled like burning brushwood . Bullets rattled on the metal roofs . My landlord , a widowed , middle - aged architect , called me to ...
Page 79
... bullet smacked into the pillar next to me , hissed and seemed to turn back . As at a word of command , bullets began to ping systematically all along the wall , fortunately above our heads . Oleg Leonidov shouted , ' To Kopyevsky Lane ...
... bullet smacked into the pillar next to me , hissed and seemed to turn back . As at a word of command , bullets began to ping systematically all along the wall , fortunately above our heads . Oleg Leonidov shouted , ' To Kopyevsky Lane ...
Page 193
... bullet . ' He stood up and began to fasten his coat . ' A bullet through my head . Nobody knows where it's now , that bullet . So I sit here and wait . ' He looked at the clock . ' Another half - hour . ' ' What happens then ...
... bullet . ' He stood up and began to fasten his coat . ' A bullet through my head . Nobody knows where it's now , that bullet . So I sit here and wait . ' He looked at the clock . ' Another half - hour . ' ' What happens then ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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