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... port were none the less delighted with George and always gave a noisy welcome to his owner . There were other anti - sparrow devices : little windmills with ply- wood sails that drummed on splinters of glass hanging on twine - this made ...
... port were none the less delighted with George and always gave a noisy welcome to his owner . There were other anti - sparrow devices : little windmills with ply- wood sails that drummed on splinters of glass hanging on twine - this made ...
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... port , but were not allowed in . It was cordoned off by units of sailors and Red Army men . The two French transport ships were slowly moving towards their berths . We heard that the commander of the minesweeper was the well - known ...
... port , but were not allowed in . It was cordoned off by units of sailors and Red Army men . The two French transport ships were slowly moving towards their berths . We heard that the commander of the minesweeper was the well - known ...
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... port and this lulled me to sleep . Tens of thousands of men were at sea . But the port was disquietingly calm and empty . ' ' I looked long at the empty port . ' There was no more usual and sad occupation in those days in Odessa , than ...
... port and this lulled me to sleep . Tens of thousands of men were at sea . But the port was disquietingly calm and empty . ' ' I looked long at the empty port . ' There was no more usual and sad occupation in those days in Odessa , than ...
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