Story of a Life: In that dawnHarvill P., 1965 |
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Page 27
... smoke rose from the ruins for days on end . Our metal roof buckled and the window frames smoked , but luckily did not catch . We coughed and our eyes watered from the smoke ; we tied wet handkerchiefs over our faces , but it made little ...
... smoke rose from the ruins for days on end . Our metal roof buckled and the window frames smoked , but luckily did not catch . We coughed and our eyes watered from the smoke ; we tied wet handkerchiefs over our faces , but it made little ...
Page 34
... smoke of burning houses . Their glow was fading . Only in the direction of Kiev Station was the sky still a dull crimson . Then , from the north , from the side of Khodynka , came the whining of a shell . It crossed Moscow and the ...
... smoke of burning houses . Their glow was fading . Only in the direction of Kiev Station was the sky still a dull crimson . Then , from the north , from the side of Khodynka , came the whining of a shell . It crossed Moscow and the ...
Page 59
... smoke swayed . Before I could see any- thing in the dim light and the smoky air , I heard someone say in an unusually calm , high voice , rolling his r's : ' Let me through , Comrades . ' The men at the back shoved to get a better view ...
... smoke swayed . Before I could see any- thing in the dim light and the smoky air , I heard someone say in an unusually calm , high voice , rolling his r's : ' Let me through , Comrades . ' The men at the back shoved to get a better view ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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