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A fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth , with his arms around his knees , quietly and monotonously repeating ...
A fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth , with his arms around his knees , quietly and monotonously repeating ...
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pavement , he was cut down by machine - gun fire from the Nikitsky Gate . Sitting there , we reviewed the last few days and were amazed at our own stupidity . The fighting had started without any of us expecting it .
pavement , he was cut down by machine - gun fire from the Nikitsky Gate . Sitting there , we reviewed the last few days and were amazed at our own stupidity . The fighting had started without any of us expecting it .
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fire . We panted , cried from the smoke in our eyes , and covered our faces with wet handkerchiefs , but this didn't help much . On the third night the fighting died down again and we could hear someone yelling out on the boulevard in ...
fire . We panted , cried from the smoke in our eyes , and covered our faces with wet handkerchiefs , but this didn't help much . On the third night the fighting died down again and we could hear someone yelling out on the boulevard in ...
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