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A bullet went through Chekhov's portrait , smack into the wall . I found the portrait later , buried under a heap of plaster . The bullet had hit Chekhov in the chest , tearing a hole in his white piqué waistcoat .
A bullet went through Chekhov's portrait , smack into the wall . I found the portrait later , buried under a heap of plaster . The bullet had hit Chekhov in the chest , tearing a hole in his white piqué waistcoat .
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As I was running back , the sniper had found his target , and the bullet pierced a tin drencing me with blood - red purée . We had not a crust of bread between us . Cheese , salami , pickles , all had to be eaten without bread and ...
As I was running back , the sniper had found his target , and the bullet pierced a tin drencing me with blood - red purée . We had not a crust of bread between us . Cheese , salami , pickles , all had to be eaten without bread and ...
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A moment later , a 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 .
A moment later , a 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 .
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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