The Story of a Life: In that dawnPantheon Books, 1964 - Authors, Russian |
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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 30
... 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 washed down with water from the tap . My landlord remembered a bag of ...
... 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 washed down with water from the tap . My landlord remembered a bag of ...
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 ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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