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... Comrade Torelli , Blumkis in the world , is in the same unenviable situation as the two of you and even I , Volodya Golovchiner , a champion swimmer and the son of a Kharkov professor of stomatology . He will explain his plan to you ...
... Comrade Torelli , Blumkis in the world , is in the same unenviable situation as the two of you and even I , Volodya Golovchiner , a champion swimmer and the son of a Kharkov professor of stomatology . He will explain his plan to you ...
Page 16
... Comrade Golovchiner . You'll be the head of the section . You , ' pointing at me , ' deputy ; you , Comrade Lifshitz – treasurer , and I'll be the reporter . But what we have to do now is slip past that ginger Goliath of a sailor with ...
... Comrade Golovchiner . You'll be the head of the section . You , ' pointing at me , ' deputy ; you , Comrade Lifshitz – treasurer , and I'll be the reporter . But what we have to do now is slip past that ginger Goliath of a sailor with ...
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... Comrade Gavarsaki who had still not managed to dispose of his carboys of unidentified liquid explosive . ' It's all very well laughing , ' said Yasha . ' If I were you I'd take that damned footstool out and get rid of it . Throw it over ...
... Comrade Gavarsaki who had still not managed to dispose of his carboys of unidentified liquid explosive . ' It's all very well laughing , ' said Yasha . ' If I were you I'd take that damned footstool out and get rid of it . Throw it over ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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