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Page 144
This theater had seen everything : young gypsies with voices to rend your heart , ruined gentry smelling of the sweat of their horses — they had just galloped sixty miles to get to the concert of some Nina Zagornaya , cavalry officers ...
This theater had seen everything : young gypsies with voices to rend your heart , ruined gentry smelling of the sweat of their horses — they had just galloped sixty miles to get to the concert of some Nina Zagornaya , cavalry officers ...
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There was a special performance in the Opera Theater to honor Nicholas . They assembled the graduating classes , both boys and girls , of all the gymnasiums in Kiev . Our class was included . We were led up to the gallery by the dark ...
There was a special performance in the Opera Theater to honor Nicholas . They assembled the graduating classes , both boys and girls , of all the gymnasiums in Kiev . Our class was included . We were led up to the gallery by the dark ...
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It seemed as if the enormous chandelier would shatter , and the stucco moldings around the walls of the theater crumble . Even Sverdlov's powerful voice could not control the hall . He kept on ringing for order , but his bell could be ...
It seemed as if the enormous chandelier would shatter , and the stucco moldings around the walls of the theater crumble . Even Sverdlov's powerful voice could not control the hall . He kept on ringing for order , but his bell could be ...
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