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He was galloping up from the farm to the causeway on a gray horse . He yelled out something , and swung a coil of thin rope around his head . He came out onto the causeway and threw the rope . Bregman tied it somewhere underneath the ...
He was galloping up from the farm to the causeway on a gray horse . He yelled out something , and swung a coil of thin rope around his head . He came out onto the causeway and threw the rope . Bregman tied it somewhere underneath the ...
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But they opened it , cleaned it up , aired it , swept the carpeted aisles , beat the dust out of the velvet upholstery of the seats , and turned it from gray to cherry - red . A chandelier hung from the ceiling .
But they opened it , cleaned it up , aired it , swept the carpeted aisles , beat the dust out of the velvet upholstery of the seats , and turned it from gray to cherry - red . A chandelier hung from the ceiling .
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In Russian , it came out something like : " Sire , allow us to greet you in the gray walls of our famous gymnasium . " We all learned the welcome by heart . When the director walked down the corridor , we would all chant it to his back ...
In Russian , it came out something like : " Sire , allow us to greet you in the gray walls of our famous gymnasium . " We all learned the welcome by heart . When the director walked down the corridor , we would all chant it to his back ...
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