Story of a Life: In that dawnHarvill P., 1967 |
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... walked in the direction of Arbat Square . Following him , all the Junkers in turn went up to the man in the leather jacket , piled their rifles and cartridges at his feet , then , as slowly and wearily as their officer , walked away ...
... walked in the direction of Arbat Square . Following him , all the Junkers in turn went up to the man in the leather jacket , piled their rifles and cartridges at his feet , then , as slowly and wearily as their officer , walked away ...
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... walked the empty streets , my short life suddenly stretched out before me into a long vista of crowded years . I suppose the reason why people are fond of recalling their past is that the meaning of what happened becomes clearer seen ...
... walked the empty streets , my short life suddenly stretched out before me into a long vista of crowded years . I suppose the reason why people are fond of recalling their past is that the meaning of what happened becomes clearer seen ...
Page 211
... walked on a few steps . ' Halt ! ' the same Cossack shouted suddenly in a shrill voice . ' Don't move . ' We stopped . ' What are you hanging about for ? Didn't I tell you to get going ? ' We walked on again , very slowly , for fear of ...
... walked on a few steps . ' Halt ! ' the same Cossack shouted suddenly in a shrill voice . ' Don't move . ' We stopped . ' What are you hanging about for ? Didn't I tell you to get going ? ' We walked on again , very slowly , for fear of ...
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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