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... Antoshchenko . He was riding a plump horse down the arched corridor and the stones rang under his horse's hoofs . The wire of a field telephone had been stretched across the corridor , and it kept Antoshchenko from riding on . He ...
... Antoshchenko . He was riding a plump horse down the arched corridor and the stones rang under his horse's hoofs . The wire of a field telephone had been stretched across the corridor , and it kept Antoshchenko from riding on . He ...
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... Antoshchenko yelled in a wild voice . The whole regi- ment stood just as motionless and quiet as before . The girls stopped giggling . The silence was so heavy that we could hear Antosh- chenko's broken , angry breathing . “ Ah , you ...
... Antoshchenko yelled in a wild voice . The whole regi- ment stood just as motionless and quiet as before . The girls stopped giggling . The silence was so heavy that we could hear Antosh- chenko's broken , angry breathing . “ Ah , you ...
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... Antoshchenko clenched and unclenched his red fist- " I can have every one of you shot right now ! " An adjutant tried to stop Antoshchenko , but the latter did not even look at him . " You're making home - brew vodka in all your ...
... Antoshchenko clenched and unclenched his red fist- " I can have every one of you shot right now ! " An adjutant tried to stop Antoshchenko , but the latter did not even look at him . " You're making home - brew vodka in all your ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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