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... called it then - had begun . It went on for several days . Rifles answered the machine - gun . 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 ...
... called it then - had begun . It went on for several days . Rifles answered the machine - gun . 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 ...
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... called ' Sovdepia ' , Moscow - ' the Red Navel ' , the Bolsheviks - Comrade Re- binders ' . Even the leader of the gang - the testy journalist in grey spats -sometimes got fed up and ticked him off . ' You have a genius for verbal ...
... called ' Sovdepia ' , Moscow - ' the Red Navel ' , the Bolsheviks - Comrade Re- binders ' . Even the leader of the gang - the testy journalist in grey spats -sometimes got fed up and ticked him off . ' You have a genius for verbal ...
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... called ' motor - boys ' - thieves and hooligans from Solomenka and Shulyavka , the worst slums on the outskirts of Kiev . They were desperate characters who had nothing to lose . They joined the Hetman's army willingly . It was clearly ...
... called ' motor - boys ' - thieves and hooligans from Solomenka and Shulyavka , the worst slums on the outskirts of Kiev . They were desperate characters who had nothing to lose . They joined the Hetman's army willingly . It was clearly ...
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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