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... 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 brushwood . Bullets rattled on the metal ...
... 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 brushwood . Bullets rattled on the metal ...
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... wall ! ' They dragged me over to the wall . The porter's wife , dishev- elled , rushed out of the lodge . She clutched their arms . ' Children ! Comrades ! I know him ! That's our lodger . He never shot at you . I'm an old woman , shoot ...
... wall ! ' They dragged me over to the wall . The porter's wife , dishev- elled , rushed out of the lodge . She clutched their arms . ' Children ! Comrades ! I know him ! That's our lodger . He never shot at you . I'm an old woman , shoot ...
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... wall , and chips of stone flew off the wall . We tore through the dark garden . The white trunks of trees treated with lime helped to guide us . The Cossacks were already climbing the wall after us . A bullet flew past my ear . We ...
... wall , and chips of stone flew off the wall . We tore through the dark garden . The white trunks of trees treated with lime helped to guide us . The Cossacks were already climbing the wall after us . A bullet flew past my ear . We ...
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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