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The brown horses tossed their noses in the air , snorting , and walked into the
rushing water . It pushed and twisted the carriage toward the unprotected edge of
the causeway . The carriage slipped slantwise toward one side , grinding the iron
...
The brown horses tossed their noses in the air , snorting , and walked into the
rushing water . It pushed and twisted the carriage toward the unprotected edge of
the causeway . The carriage slipped slantwise toward one side , grinding the iron
...
Page 190
On the village square , littered with hay dust , unsaddled dragoons ' horses were
tethered . The dragoons , red with the heat , were lying on the ground . Their
uniforms were unbuttoned . They were singing lazily : Soldiers , bravo , little
fellows ...
On the village square , littered with hay dust , unsaddled dragoons ' horses were
tethered . The dragoons , red with the heat , were lying on the ground . Their
uniforms were unbuttoned . They were singing lazily : Soldiers , bravo , little
fellows ...
Page 583
Pan Horse's Tail jumped out of his dugout . A third shell hit the breastworks . " It's
our own ! ” Pan Horse's Tail yelled out in a desperate voice , and he shook his fist
in the direction of Kiev . “ Our own guns are firing on us . Idiots ! Scoundrels !
Pan Horse's Tail jumped out of his dugout . A third shell hit the breastworks . " It's
our own ! ” Pan Horse's Tail yelled out in a desperate voice , and he shook his fist
in the direction of Kiev . “ Our own guns are firing on us . Idiots ! Scoundrels !
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
Carp | 16 |
The Pink Oleanders | 29 |
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