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... town was dominated by the port and its poor - dockhands , tramps and layabouts - while the stubborn and resourceful middle class had dug in on the outskirts of the city . During the Intervention , the workers who had stayed in Odessa ...
... town was dominated by the port and its poor - dockhands , tramps and layabouts - while the stubborn and resourceful middle class had dug in on the outskirts of the city . During the Intervention , the workers who had stayed in Odessa ...
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... town . They say the situation now requires Urgent action to put them down . This could be sung for ever , the name of the town varying at the performer's choice - Kiev , Yalta , Golta , Sochi or even far - away Vyatka . Songs continued ...
... town . They say the situation now requires Urgent action to put them down . This could be sung for ever , the name of the town varying at the performer's choice - Kiev , Yalta , Golta , Sochi or even far - away Vyatka . Songs continued ...
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... town was quiet and pitch dark . An occasional rifle shot came from the outskirts . The pier was deserted . The wind ribbed the puddles and rolled empty barrels of sauerkraut ; a few sentries in puttees and with shouldered rifles ...
... town was quiet and pitch dark . An occasional rifle shot came from the outskirts . The pier was deserted . The wind ribbed the puddles and rolled empty barrels of sauerkraut ; a few sentries in puttees and with shouldered rifles ...
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