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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 .
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 .
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Put him up against the 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 .
Put him up against the 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 .
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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 .
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 .
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Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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