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Page 98
... turned to the journalists : ' Your documents , please . ' They reached for them eagerly , but their hands were trembling . The Commissar waited patiently . He examined each document , taking his time , and put them away in his pocket ...
... turned to the journalists : ' Your documents , please . ' They reached for them eagerly , but their hands were trembling . The Commissar waited patiently . He examined each document , taking his time , and put them away in his pocket ...
Page 127
... turned with a look of surprise , fell slap against the wall of the dugout , spat a last curse with a mouthful of blood , and slithered down into a puddle of mud mixed with snow . A crimson stain spread over the snow . Another shell ...
... turned with a look of surprise , fell slap against the wall of the dugout , spat a last curse with a mouthful of blood , and slithered down into a puddle of mud mixed with snow . A crimson stain spread over the snow . Another shell ...
Page 192
... turned into a game . What I liked to recall was not the consecutive order of events . Instead , I grouped them , as it were , under certain headings . Thus I would think of all the hotels ( they were really cheap lodging houses ) where ...
... turned into a game . What I liked to recall was not the consecutive order of events . Instead , I grouped them , as it were , under certain headings . Thus I would think of all the hotels ( they were really cheap lodging houses ) where ...
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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