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... Baranovichi . ” Romanin held out to me his wet hand . " Do you want an orderly , too ? " " I don't need any orderly . " I took a bag with medicines and the simplest surgical instru- ments - we had no others - and turned off on a path ...
... Baranovichi . ” Romanin held out to me his wet hand . " Do you want an orderly , too ? " " I don't need any orderly . " I took a bag with medicines and the simplest surgical instru- ments - we had no others - and turned off on a path ...
Page 378
... Baranovichi garrison were only a few kilometers away . I was hoping that I might find some retreating field hospital at those barracks and be able to fix Zosia up there until she was in good shape again . We were in luck . There was a ...
... Baranovichi garrison were only a few kilometers away . I was hoping that I might find some retreating field hospital at those barracks and be able to fix Zosia up there until she was in good shape again . We were in luck . There was a ...
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... Baranovichi to Minsk . It was to stay there all winter . I have never seen anything more dismal than that village . Low- roofed , dirty peasant huts , flat , bare fields , and not a single tree . Muddy transport carts filled this gloomy ...
... Baranovichi to Minsk . It was to stay there all winter . I have never seen anything more dismal than that village . Low- roofed , dirty peasant huts , flat , bare fields , and not a single tree . Muddy transport carts filled this gloomy ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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