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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 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 ...
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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 ...
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 ...
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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 ! Who are you shooting at ? You're shooting at your own men , you sons of bitches ...
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 ! Who are you shooting at ? You're shooting at your own men , you sons of bitches ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
Carp | 16 |
The Pink Oleanders | 29 |
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