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Page 291
... train operating in the rear of the armies . I couldn't stand just sitting in Moscow . All my thoughts were in the west , in the wet fields of Poland where Russia's destiny was being decided . I was looking for a chance to be closer to ...
... train operating in the rear of the armies . I couldn't stand just sitting in Moscow . All my thoughts were in the west , in the wet fields of Poland where Russia's destiny was being decided . I was looking for a chance to be closer to ...
Page 303
... train pulled its empty cars from Moscow to Brest across the plains of White Russia which were limp with spring rain ... train wheels had rusted away and the train had become tightly stuck to the rails . Our youth and our ardor made us ...
... train pulled its empty cars from Moscow to Brest across the plains of White Russia which were limp with spring rain ... train wheels had rusted away and the train had become tightly stuck to the rails . Our youth and our ardor made us ...
Page 421
... train anyway , or to read , and there was a lot of time for imagining . That is , of course , if there were no importunate fellow passengers to bother you . Fortunately , I had none . A young sailor in a black overcoat stood beside me ...
... train anyway , or to read , and there was a lot of time for imagining . That is , of course , if there were no importunate fellow passengers to bother you . Fortunately , I had none . A young sailor in a black overcoat stood beside me ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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