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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 ...
Page 382
... officer riding a mudcaked horse . The officer held up his hand . The convoy stopped . The officer rode up to the senior surgeon , saluted , and began to report something to him . The doctor watched him sullenly , biting his mustache ...
... officer riding a mudcaked horse . The officer held up his hand . The convoy stopped . The officer rode up to the senior surgeon , saluted , and began to report something to him . The doctor watched him sullenly , biting his mustache ...
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... officer . And make no mistake about it , he's the kind that can see right through a man at one glance . " On the way , the sailor asked me , “ How much did you give the porter ? " " Ten rubles . " " Here's your money , " and the sailor ...
... officer . And make no mistake about it , he's the kind that can see right through a man at one glance . " On the way , the sailor asked me , “ How much did you give the porter ? " " Ten rubles . " " Here's your money , " and the sailor ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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