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... stood dejected , heads bowed . They were evidently a fatigue squadron and looked anything but soldierly . Deep in thought , the Commandant also stood beside the safe . He saw us and kicked it with the toe of his boot . The spur jangled ...
... stood dejected , heads bowed . They were evidently a fatigue squadron and looked anything but soldierly . Deep in thought , the Commandant also stood beside the safe . He saw us and kicked it with the toe of his boot . The spur jangled ...
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... stood up on his head . Outside , perfect silence ' reigned ' as they say . I burst out laughing and hid my face in my pillow . ' What's the matter with you ? ' Yasha turned on me . But just then Comrade Gavarsaki walked in through the ...
... stood up on his head . Outside , perfect silence ' reigned ' as they say . I burst out laughing and hid my face in my pillow . ' What's the matter with you ? ' Yasha turned on me . But just then Comrade Gavarsaki walked in through the ...
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... stood round our table . The conductor raised his hand and the rollicking tune thundered out under the smoke - blackened vaults . Yadov stood up . Everybody else got up too and clapped . He offered the musicians wine and they toasted him ...
... stood round our table . The conductor raised his hand and the rollicking tune thundered out under the smoke - blackened vaults . Yadov stood up . Everybody else got up too and clapped . He offered the musicians wine and they toasted him ...
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Forerunners of Ostap Bender page | 7 |
Plywood Maze | 25 |
Barley Gruel | 29 |
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