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Page 72
Sometimes I used to walk across the back gardens and the vacant lots , where
sharp splinters of sun from the broken glass flew into my eyes until I came to the
low bank of the Moskva . Across the river , leafy slopes ran down from Noyevsky ...
Sometimes I used to walk across the back gardens and the vacant lots , where
sharp splinters of sun from the broken glass flew into my eyes until I came to the
low bank of the Moskva . Across the river , leafy slopes ran down from Noyevsky ...
Page 148
... eviction and Petlyura ' s pogroms and raids . Once again , as in my schooldays
, I went to evening concerts in the garden of the former Merchants ' Club . The
roses and arum lilies in the garden had been replaced by mint 148 In that Dawn.
... eviction and Petlyura ' s pogroms and raids . Once again , as in my schooldays
, I went to evening concerts in the garden of the former Merchants ' Club . The
roses and arum lilies in the garden had been replaced by mint 148 In that Dawn.
Page 212
We tore through the dark garden . The white trunks of trees treated with lime
helped to guide us . The Cossacks were already climbing the wall after us . A
bullet flew past my ear . We reached the wall at the end of the garden . There was
a gap ...
We tore through the dark garden . The white trunks of trees treated with lime
helped to guide us . The Cossacks were already climbing the wall after us . A
bullet flew past my ear . We reached the wall at the end of the garden . There was
a gap ...
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