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Page 41
In those early days of the revolution , a lot of interesting people used to gather
every evening at the Journalists ' Café in Stoleshnikov Lane . Pooling their
resources , the journalists had rented an empty second - floor flat , furnished it
with café ...
In those early days of the revolution , a lot of interesting people used to gather
every evening at the Journalists ' Café in Stoleshnikov Lane . Pooling their
resources , the journalists had rented an empty second - floor flat , furnished it
with café ...
Page 56
Only once , while the war was still on , did a Kiev journalist rashly plant a story on
him . ... It was sadly missed , not only by the journalists , whatever paper they
belonged to , but by many writers and artists for whom the first - floor flat , with its
...
Only once , while the war was still on , did a Kiev journalist rashly plant a story on
him . ... It was sadly missed , not only by the journalists , whatever paper they
belonged to , but by many writers and artists for whom the first - floor flat , with its
...
Page 96
Among themselves , the journalists called him Dodya . Dodya was forever
hitching up his short khaki ... 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 ...
Among themselves , the journalists called him Dodya . Dodya was forever
hitching up his short khaki ... 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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Contents
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
Copyright | |
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