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Page 42
... sailors , rifles pointing down . The bands of the foreign ships played , as well as the combined Odessa band . Ours did not disgrace itself , and the heart - rending strains of Chopin's Funeral March made the sensitive Odessan women ...
... sailors , rifles pointing down . The bands of the foreign ships played , as well as the combined Odessa band . Ours did not disgrace itself , and the heart - rending strains of Chopin's Funeral March made the sensitive Odessan women ...
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... Sailor's Bible . It was written in Australian sailors ' jargon and seemed to us a piece of folklore unique in the world . Mironov had been lent several chapters . They had to be quickly copied out as the Heart of Ellen was leaving for ...
... Sailor's Bible . It was written in Australian sailors ' jargon and seemed to us a piece of folklore unique in the world . Mironov had been lent several chapters . They had to be quickly copied out as the Heart of Ellen was leaving for ...
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... sailors stirred and sighed . ' Go on writing , ' Mironov said , unruffled . ' Ocean going liner Kostroma . Belonged ... sailors were still there . They were pale with sleeplessness , and looked even paler in the chilly dawn pouring ...
... sailors stirred and sighed . ' Go on writing , ' Mironov said , unruffled . ' Ocean going liner Kostroma . Belonged ... sailors were still there . They were pale with sleeplessness , and looked even paler in the chilly dawn pouring ...
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