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Page 24
A bullet went through Chekhov ' s portrait , smack into the wall . I found the
portrait later , buried under a heap of plaster . The bullet had hit Chekhov in the
chest , tearing a hole in his white piqué waistcoat . The crossfire crackled like
burning ...
A bullet went through Chekhov ' s portrait , smack into the wall . I found the
portrait later , buried under a heap of plaster . The bullet had hit Chekhov in the
chest , tearing a hole in his white piqué waistcoat . The crossfire crackled like
burning ...
Page 79
A moment later , a bullet smacked into the pillar next to me , hissed and seemed
to turn back . As at a word of command , bullets began to ping systematically all
along the wall , fortunately above our heads . Oleg Leonidov shouted , ' To ...
A moment later , a bullet smacked into the pillar next to me , hissed and seemed
to turn back . As at a word of command , bullets began to ping systematically all
along the wall , fortunately above our heads . Oleg Leonidov shouted , ' To ...
Page 193
A bullet . ' He stood up and began to fasten his coat . ' A bullet through my head .
Nobody knows where it ' s now , that bullet . So I sit here and wait . ' He looked at
the clock . ' Another half - hour . ' ' What happens then ? ' ' Makhno ' s coming ...
A bullet . ' He stood up and began to fasten his coat . ' A bullet through my head .
Nobody knows where it ' s now , that bullet . So I sit here and wait . ' He looked at
the clock . ' Another half - hour . ' ' What happens then ? ' ' Makhno ' s coming ...
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