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... head of the department , and we go and ask him to take us on . ' Torelli threw up his hands , stepped back and looked at him in horror and contempt . ' What are you talking about ? ' he hissed . ' Have you gone completely off your head ...
... head of the department , and we go and ask him to take us on . ' Torelli threw up his hands , stepped back and looked at him in horror and contempt . ' What are you talking about ? ' he hissed . ' Have you gone completely off your head ...
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... heads bowed . They were evidently a fatigue squadron and looked anything but soldierly . Deep in thought , the ... head of Oprodkomgub . He was followed by his retinue - a bunch of hefty lads in tight tunics with creaky leather ...
... heads bowed . They were evidently a fatigue squadron and looked anything but soldierly . Deep in thought , the ... head of Oprodkomgub . He was followed by his retinue - a bunch of hefty lads in tight tunics with creaky leather ...
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... head of the section ? You , Comrade ? Glad to meet you . Your name ? Golovchiner ? No relation of the well known Zionist ? No ? Just as well . Even namesakes can be a nuisance . And these are your colleagues ? All journalists ? Very ...
... head of the section ? You , Comrade ? Glad to meet you . Your name ? Golovchiner ? No relation of the well known Zionist ? No ? Just as well . Even namesakes can be a nuisance . And these are your colleagues ? All journalists ? Very ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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