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And I became convinced that the capital city , Moscow , was surrounded by a moss - covered old Russia that the oldest residents of the city had no conception of . Fifty versts from Moscow the backwoods started — woods filled with ...
And I became convinced that the capital city , Moscow , was surrounded by a moss - covered old Russia that the oldest residents of the city had no conception of . Fifty versts from Moscow the backwoods started — woods filled with ...
Page 514
For Russia was falling apart into separate little countries cut off from each other by the lack of roads , the destruction of the mails and the telegraph system , blown - up bridges , and the sudden elongation of all distance .
For Russia was falling apart into separate little countries cut off from each other by the lack of roads , the destruction of the mails and the telegraph system , blown - up bridges , and the sudden elongation of all distance .
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 ...
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 ...
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