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... officer . A regiment of Uhlans was quartered about this time in Vasilkov . " Blacksmith , my pigeon , ' the lady ... officer hit Ostap with a violent backhand blow of his whip across the face , and shouted : ' Don't forget your place ...
... officer . A regiment of Uhlans was quartered about this time in Vasilkov . " Blacksmith , my pigeon , ' the lady ... officer hit Ostap with a violent backhand blow of his whip across the face , and shouted : ' Don't forget your place ...
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... officer in dusty boots walked up to the veranda where we were drinking tea , excused himself , and asked : " Are you Gospodin Sevruk ? " " I am , " Sevruk answered . " What can I do for you ? " The officer turned to his soldiers . " Hey ...
... officer in dusty boots walked up to the veranda where we were drinking tea , excused himself , and asked : " Are you Gospodin Sevruk ? " " I am , " Sevruk answered . " What can I do for you ? " The officer turned to his soldiers . " Hey ...
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... officer jumped out of a box and grabbed the young man by the arm . A crowd immediately swirled around them . " Clear the gallery ! " a police officer said behind me . They drove us quickly into the corridor . The doors were locked again ...
... officer jumped out of a box and grabbed the young man by the arm . A crowd immediately swirled around them . " Clear the gallery ! " a police officer said behind me . They drove us quickly into the corridor . The doors were locked again ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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