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The room started to sit up . A premonitory rumbling ran along the rows . Stooping over and rocking on his heels , Martov slowly drew himself up to the tribune , moved his empty eyes across the room , and started to speak , slowly , as ...
The room started to sit up . A premonitory rumbling ran along the rows . Stooping over and rocking on his heels , Martov slowly drew himself up to the tribune , moved his empty eyes across the room , and started to speak , slowly , as ...
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The pilot leaped out of his dugout , and we all started to fire into the cemetery . We could see little chips fly off the crosses , then some people jumped up from the ground and started to run back into the woods .
The pilot leaped out of his dugout , and we all started to fire into the cemetery . We could see little chips fly off the crosses , then some people jumped up from the ground and started to run back into the woods .
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One day Yasha Lifshitz went out into the hall and started to shout . I jumped out of my room , and saw some- thing quite inexplicable . While Yasha and I watched it , the big glass container started to lean over , looking for a moment ...
One day Yasha Lifshitz went out into the hall and started to shout . I jumped out of my room , and saw some- thing quite inexplicable . While Yasha and I watched it , the big glass container started to lean over , looking for a moment ...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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