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Page 299
Great is the God of the Russian land , ” Nikolasha Rudnyev loved to say . “ Great
is the genius of the Russian people . The future — is with us . " I agreed with
Rudnyev . In these years I saw Russia in its soldiers , its peasants , its villages
with ...
Great is the God of the Russian land , ” Nikolasha Rudnyev loved to say . “ Great
is the genius of the Russian people . The future — is with us . " I agreed with
Rudnyev . In these years I saw Russia in its soldiers , its peasants , its villages
with ...
Page 514
Yakovlev managed to get to the most moss - covered little towns cut off from
Moscow in the Russian wilderness , towns ... For Russia was falling apart into
separate little countries cut off from each other by the lack of roads , the
destruction of ...
Yakovlev managed to get to the most moss - covered little towns cut off from
Moscow in the Russian wilderness , towns ... For Russia was falling apart into
separate little countries cut off from each other by the lack of roads , the
destruction of ...
Page 564
It seemed to me that there was no longer any Russia and would never be one ,
that all was lost , and that there was nothing more to live for . It was as if the
singer guessed my thoughts , for he said : “ Most gracious God , what has
happened to ...
It seemed to me that there was no longer any Russia and would never be one ,
that all was lost , and that there was nothing more to live for . It was as if the
singer guessed my thoughts , for he said : “ Most gracious God , what has
happened to ...
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