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... Yadov , who wrote under the pseudonym of ' Boatswain Jacob ' . Ivanov commissioned him to write a poem on the chopping up of the furniture and published it in the next issue , with the text of the reprimand in small type underneath as ...
... Yadov , who wrote under the pseudonym of ' Boatswain Jacob ' . Ivanov commissioned him to write a poem on the chopping up of the furniture and published it in the next issue , with the text of the reprimand in small type underneath as ...
Page 89
... Yadov ( ' Boatswain Jacob ' ) and the prose writer Vasily Reginin . Yadov would perch on the edge of a chair and dash off his comic songs in a few minutes , without revising . By next day the songs were known to the whole of Odessa and ...
... Yadov ( ' Boatswain Jacob ' ) and the prose writer Vasily Reginin . Yadov would perch on the edge of a chair and dash off his comic songs in a few minutes , without revising . By next day the songs were known to the whole of Odessa and ...
Page 91
... Yadov's famous song ' Bubliki ' . Yadov grinned , examining the wine - stained tablecloth . I went up to the leader of the orchestra and told him that the author of the song , Yadov from Odessa , was there . All the musicians came over ...
... Yadov's famous song ' Bubliki ' . Yadov grinned , examining the wine - stained tablecloth . I went up to the leader of the orchestra and told him that the author of the song , Yadov from Odessa , was there . All the musicians came over ...
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