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... Seaman popular among foreign crews . After that , we were besieged by translators . There was even an Abyssinian who ... Seaman's office which , literally , within a week of the first issue , had turned into a noisy club for writers and ...
... Seaman popular among foreign crews . After that , we were besieged by translators . There was even an Abyssinian who ... Seaman's office which , literally , within a week of the first issue , had turned into a noisy club for writers and ...
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... Seaman ! Comrade Lenin's speech ! Exclusive . You won't get it anywhere else . Seaman ! ' The Seaman sold out within minutes . Odessa hummed like a hornets ' nest . We expected trouble and were prepared for it . But none ensued unless ...
... Seaman ! Comrade Lenin's speech ! Exclusive . You won't get it anywhere else . Seaman ! ' The Seaman sold out within minutes . Odessa hummed like a hornets ' nest . We expected trouble and were prepared for it . But none ensued unless ...
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... Seaman cannot die . " " Izya and I hugged each other for joy . Kurs came storming from his office in a rage . All the little boys scattered in terror . - Kurs shouted that he wouldn't let me go it was sabotage , wrecking tactics , a ...
... Seaman cannot die . " " Izya and I hugged each other for joy . Kurs came storming from his office in a rage . All the little boys scattered in terror . - Kurs shouted that he wouldn't let me go it was sabotage , wrecking tactics , a ...
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