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Page 210
Several men are sitting in a room , " he told us once . “ All the chairs are occupied
. A lady walks in . Her eyes show that she has been crying . What should a polite
man do ? ” We answered that a polite man should , of course , offer her a chair ...
Several men are sitting in a room , " he told us once . “ All the chairs are occupied
. A lady walks in . Her eyes show that she has been crying . What should a polite
man do ? ” We answered that a polite man should , of course , offer her a chair ...
Page 331
Pokrovsky ordered that they be turned over at once to the commandant of the
station . Three days later we read a story in a little Brest newspaper about an
unusually bold burglary of a jewelry store in Vilna . The same day the
commandant ...
Pokrovsky ordered that they be turned over at once to the commandant of the
station . Three days later we read a story in a little Brest newspaper about an
unusually bold burglary of a jewelry store in Vilna . The same day the
commandant ...
Page 521
Once a holy war was declared , once the Prophet's green banner had been
raised , Islam might destroy the world , like a black simoon blowing out of the
desert . And I could picture that simoon to myself , a low , whirling darkness out of
which ...
Once a holy war was declared , once the Prophet's green banner had been
raised , Islam might destroy the world , like a black simoon blowing out of the
desert . And I could picture that simoon to myself , a low , whirling darkness out of
which ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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