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... Odessa . All Odessa flocked to the port to welcome the Russian soldiers . They were hugged , kissed and presented with flowers . Then a mysterious incident occurred . The disembarkation over , the ships left their moorings and were ...
... Odessa . All Odessa flocked to the port to welcome the Russian soldiers . They were hugged , kissed and presented with flowers . Then a mysterious incident occurred . The disembarkation over , the ships left their moorings and were ...
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... Odessa sang them . Anyone who knew them all could fairly accurately re - establish the chronology of the events in Odessa . ' Rostislav ' for instance , and ' Diamonds ' ( ' Our war - cry is " Serve the Republic , murder the public ...
... Odessa sang them . Anyone who knew them all could fairly accurately re - establish the chronology of the events in Odessa . ' Rostislav ' for instance , and ' Diamonds ' ( ' Our war - cry is " Serve the Republic , murder the public ...
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... Odessa . Of all the autumn seasons I remembered , autumn in Odessa seemed to me the most luminous . This was true not only of the steppe , the dachas , the Fountains with their deserted gardens , but of the city itself . I came across ...
... Odessa . Of all the autumn seasons I remembered , autumn in Odessa seemed to me the most luminous . This was true not only of the steppe , the dachas , the Fountains with their deserted gardens , but of the city itself . I came across ...
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