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It seemed to me that time had stopped and the whole world was sunk in silence . In actual fact , it must only have been a few seconds before I heard a strange , yet somehow familiar voice : ' What the hell are you doing ?
It seemed to me that time had stopped and the whole world was sunk in silence . In actual fact , it must only have been a few seconds before I heard a strange , yet somehow familiar voice : ' What the hell are you doing ?
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The song leaders struck up ' Don't you weep , Maroosya , you'll be mine , ' but stopped after a few bars , and the Company shuffled to a halt . ' March ! ' Antoshchenko screamed . The regiment stood silent and motionless .
The song leaders struck up ' Don't you weep , Maroosya , you'll be mine , ' but stopped after a few bars , and the Company shuffled to a halt . ' March ! ' Antoshchenko screamed . The regiment stood silent and motionless .
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Not content with this , it stopped by the water pump , reversed , stopped again over the remnants of the dowry and let out a hot stream of water mixed with engine oil . Flinging off her shawl , the woman grabbed two handfuls of her hair ...
Not content with this , it stopped by the water pump , reversed , stopped again over the remnants of the dowry and let out a hot stream of water mixed with engine oil . Flinging off her shawl , the woman grabbed two handfuls of her hair ...
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Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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