Story of a Life: In that dawnHarvill P., 1965 |
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... 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 brushwood . Bullets rattled on the metal ...
... 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 brushwood . Bullets rattled on the metal ...
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... wall of the next - door house . A shaft of flame slowly rose and spiralled into the sky . As we learned later , the Junkers had shelled the building and set it on fire to prevent its capture by the Red Guards . In military language ...
... wall of the next - door house . A shaft of flame slowly rose and spiralled into the sky . As we learned later , the Junkers had shelled the building and set it on fire to prevent its capture by the Red Guards . In military language ...
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... wall , and chips of stone flew off the wall . 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 ...
... wall , and chips of stone flew off the wall . 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 ...
Contents
Whirlpool page | 7 |
Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
Copyright | |
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