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When the train entered it , the sound of the wheels would become much louder and the echoes would bounce back , just as if cheerful blacksmiths had begun to wield their hammers all through the forest . I was seeing central Russia for ...
When the train entered it , the sound of the wheels would become much louder and the echoes would bounce back , just as if cheerful blacksmiths had begun to wield their hammers all through the forest . I was seeing central Russia for ...
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The train started . My father stood there , holding his hat , watching the racing wheels of the train . He didn't want to come back to Uncle Kolya's house , saying he had to catch the first train back to Bezhitsa where an urgent job was ...
The train started . My father stood there , holding his hat , watching the racing wheels of the train . He didn't want to come back to Uncle Kolya's house , saying he had to catch the first train back to Bezhitsa where an urgent job was ...
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The windows rattled in the train . The train stopped at last in a wide glen . Yellow clouds of shrapnel fire blazed up continually in the leafy woods around the edges of the glen . Mounted soldiers were galloping past the train .
The windows rattled in the train . The train stopped at last in a wide glen . Yellow clouds of shrapnel fire blazed up continually in the leafy woods around the edges of the glen . Mounted soldiers were galloping past the train .
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