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... wave a red flag ? ' was sung in 1920 when Denikin's cause was lost . I remember everybody singing ' Midshipman Johnson ... waves of the Black Sea . New songs came after the war , celebrating their feats and their unwavering love of their ...
... wave a red flag ? ' was sung in 1920 when Denikin's cause was lost . I remember everybody singing ' Midshipman Johnson ... waves of the Black Sea . New songs came after the war , celebrating their feats and their unwavering love of their ...
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... waves muttered softly in their everlasting chase . We found boiling water in the galley and , sitting on the floor , drank tea with saccharine . Towards nightfall the sound of the waves grew louder , but the smell of steam and smoke and ...
... waves muttered softly in their everlasting chase . We found boiling water in the galley and , sitting on the floor , drank tea with saccharine . Towards nightfall the sound of the waves grew louder , but the smell of steam and smoke and ...
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... waves . Some sailors were running along the quarterdeck , pulling on a rope . ' What was the siren for ? ' the Commissar shouted to them . ' We've sighted land ! Cape Tarkhankut ! ' one of them called back . The Commissar swore in ...
... waves . Some sailors were running along the quarterdeck , pulling on a rope . ' What was the siren for ? ' the Commissar shouted to them . ' We've sighted land ! Cape Tarkhankut ! ' one of them called back . The Commissar swore in ...
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