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Page 24
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 hit Chekhov in the
chest , tearing a hole in his white piqué waistcoat . The crossfire crackled like
burning ...
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 hit Chekhov in the
chest , tearing a hole in his white piqué waistcoat . The crossfire crackled like
burning ...
Page 32
Wait for the Commander , Comrades . ' “ There ' s a legalist for you ! Put him up
against the wall ! ' They dragged me over to the wall . The porter ' s wife ,
dishevelled , rushed out of the lodge . She clutched their arms . ' Children !
Comrades !
Wait for the Commander , Comrades . ' “ There ' s a legalist for you ! Put him up
against the wall ! ' They dragged me over to the wall . The porter ' s wife ,
dishevelled , rushed out of the lodge . She clutched their arms . ' Children !
Comrades !
Page 212
We stopped by the wall . I couldn ' t see it in the dark , but I knew the rough stone
surface must offer footholds . ' Over the wall , quick , ' I whispered to Yasha . “ In
one go . It ' s our last chance . We ' ve nothing to lose . I was thin and slight — it ...
We stopped by the wall . I couldn ' t see it in the dark , but I knew the rough stone
surface must offer footholds . ' Over the wall , quick , ' I whispered to Yasha . “ In
one go . It ' s our last chance . We ' ve nothing to lose . I was thin and slight — it ...
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Contents
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
Copyright | |
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