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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 ...
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... bullets in the service of my country , and for this reason Moscow sends me thirty - thousand gold rubles a month , just for ... bullet in the neck and into the ditch with you ! ' His voice rose to a shriek . Bubbles of foam formed at the ...
... bullets in the service of my country , and for this reason Moscow sends me thirty - thousand gold rubles a month , just for ... bullet in the neck and into the ditch with you ! ' His voice rose to a shriek . Bubbles of foam formed at the ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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