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All the streets had jolly little men , cut out of tin , dangling from lamp posts . They danced a jig , with elegant yellow straw hats raised over their heads , flashing teeth and shiny shoes just polished with Funk's cream .
All the streets had jolly little men , cut out of tin , dangling from lamp posts . They danced a jig , with elegant yellow straw hats raised over their heads , flashing teeth and shiny shoes just polished with Funk's cream .
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Mayakovsky was carried along Vorovsky Street , the street of foreign embassies . The flags over the embassy buildings were flying at half - mast . Even enemies were paying tribute to his poetic power , his political temperament ...
Mayakovsky was carried along Vorovsky Street , the street of foreign embassies . The flags over the embassy buildings were flying at half - mast . Even enemies were paying tribute to his poetic power , his political temperament ...
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It was night by the time we sped into the streets of Solikamsk . ... and bright electric lamp - posts , low stone houses like chandlers ' shops , white alabaster churches , cast - iron plates hanging on low posts at street corners .
It was night by the time we sped into the streets of Solikamsk . ... and bright electric lamp - posts , low stone houses like chandlers ' shops , white alabaster churches , cast - iron plates hanging on low posts at street corners .
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Contents
Map page | 9 |
The Last Meeting II | 11 |
The Silent Fields | 18 |
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