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Page 235
Grandmother knew that she would never again see the Niemen , or the Vistula ,
or Warsaw . She was already finding it hard to get around , and she had even
stopped going to church . On the day he left Uncle Kolya told me that he was
going ...
Grandmother knew that she would never again see the Niemen , or the Vistula ,
or Warsaw . She was already finding it hard to get around , and she had even
stopped going to church . On the day he left Uncle Kolya told me that he was
going ...
Page 551
But I knew Mama , and I knew that in the middle of August , risking her own and
Galya's life , she would set out on foot for Moscow . So I could not lose a single
day . I had to leave at once . It seemed that in order to enter the Ukraine I would ...
But I knew Mama , and I knew that in the middle of August , risking her own and
Galya's life , she would set out on foot for Moscow . So I could not lose a single
day . I had to leave at once . It seemed that in order to enter the Ukraine I would ...
Page 626
The mothers , hurrying , began to hide their frightened children in the sacks , and
he tied up the tops again . Do you realize , those women didn't even have time to
kiss their children ? And they knew perfectly well they'd never see them again .
The mothers , hurrying , began to hide their frightened children in the sacks , and
he tied up the tops again . Do you realize , those women didn't even have time to
kiss their children ? And they knew perfectly well they'd never see them again .
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