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The copper line , sometimes called the Bline , ran along Moscow's outer ring of wide streets which is known as the Sadovy ring . Conductors did not like this line , and preferred to work on " the silver line , ” also called the A line ...
The copper line , sometimes called the Bline , ran along Moscow's outer ring of wide streets which is known as the Sadovy ring . Conductors did not like this line , and preferred to work on " the silver line , ” also called the A line ...
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I found what they called the Medical Units Base in Brest — a little house hung with wild grapes . It was almost empty . There was only one old nurse who was waiting for Gronsky , the chief of the units . It turned out that I would have ...
I found what they called the Medical Units Base in Brest — a little house hung with wild grapes . It was almost empty . There was only one old nurse who was waiting for Gronsky , the chief of the units . It turned out that I would have ...
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We gave her some cookies , and at that moment what Khvat called “ a new and happy life ” began in our boxcar . There were no limits to Lusena's temperament nor to her appetite for life . Lusena transformed everything , even the constant ...
We gave her some cookies , and at that moment what Khvat called “ a new and happy life ” began in our boxcar . There were no limits to Lusena's temperament nor to her appetite for life . Lusena transformed everything , even the constant ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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