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Page 91
... Batumi . One day , I came across Yadov sitting alone , hunched up , on the Promenade . An old straw hat pulled down over his eyes , he was drawing with his stick on the sand . I went up to him . We were both delighted to meet again and ...
... Batumi . One day , I came across Yadov sitting alone , hunched up , on the Promenade . An old straw hat pulled down over his eyes , he was drawing with his stick on the sand . I went up to him . We were both delighted to meet again and ...
Page 183
... Batumi . Seventy rivets having somehow been unearthed , the Dimitry was being sent on a cruise along the coast of the Caucasus . It was to be the first run of what , so far , was the only Soviet steamer , to places which had only ...
... Batumi . Seventy rivets having somehow been unearthed , the Dimitry was being sent on a cruise along the coast of the Caucasus . It was to be the first run of what , so far , was the only Soviet steamer , to places which had only ...
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... Batumi and would reach Sebastopol within twenty - four hours . I left the kindergarten and moved to the quayside . There were several of us waiting for the Pestel . We were allowed to spend the night in the harbour - station , in a ...
... Batumi and would reach Sebastopol within twenty - four hours . I left the kindergarten and moved to the quayside . There were several of us waiting for the Pestel . We were allowed to spend the night in the harbour - station , in a ...
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