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Page 299
Great is the God of the Russian land , ” Nikolasha Rudnyev loved to say . “ Great
is the genius of the Russian people . The future — is with us . ” I agreed with
Rudnyev . In these years I saw Russia in its soldiers , its peasants , its villages
with ...
Great is the God of the Russian land , ” Nikolasha Rudnyev loved to say . “ Great
is the genius of the Russian people . The future — is with us . ” I agreed with
Rudnyev . In these years I saw Russia in its soldiers , its peasants , its villages
with ...
Page 499
Our oath is to Russia , not to Kerensky . " “ But we are Russia ! ” the Red Guards
shouted . “ Use your heads . " As soon as the women had all gone , the old baker
darted out of the gateway . I was supposed to run right after him . But the Junkers
...
Our oath is to Russia , not to Kerensky . " “ But we are Russia ! ” the Red Guards
shouted . “ Use your heads . " As soon as the women had all gone , the old baker
darted out of the gateway . I was supposed to run right after him . But the Junkers
...
Page 564
It seemed to me that there was no longer any Russia and would never be one ,
that all was lost , and that there was nothing more to live for . It was as if the
singer guessed my thoughts for he said : “ Most gracious God , what has
happened to ...
It seemed to me that there was no longer any Russia and would never be one ,
that all was lost , and that there was nothing more to live for . It was as if the
singer guessed my thoughts for he said : “ Most gracious God , what has
happened to ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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