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Page 118
The sullen morning , the stink of paraffin in the barrack room , the weak tea
smelling of salted herring , the Company Commander ' s eyes hollow with
despair , the cold , wet boots we could scarcely pull on - everything filled us with
such ...
The sullen morning , the stink of paraffin in the barrack room , the weak tea
smelling of salted herring , the Company Commander ' s eyes hollow with
despair , the cold , wet boots we could scarcely pull on - everything filled us with
such ...
Page 154
Antoshchenko turned to one of the officers and said in a tired voice : ' Look at
these skunks , Commander — all wanting to be clerks at headquarters , or mend
soldiers ' trousers , instead of fighting for the peasants of the world and dying as ...
Antoshchenko turned to one of the officers and said in a tired voice : ' Look at
these skunks , Commander — all wanting to be clerks at headquarters , or mend
soldiers ' trousers , instead of fighting for the peasants of the world and dying as ...
Page 160
He told the men that a special commission appointed by the Government would
devote three days to hearing complaints against the regimental commander and
that , if it found them justified , strong measures would be taken . Antoshchenko ...
He told the men that a special commission appointed by the Government would
devote three days to hearing complaints against the regimental commander and
that , if it found them justified , strong measures would be taken . Antoshchenko ...
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Contents
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
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