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Page 10
... Cossack hetmans . Filled with these stories , I used to play battles with my brothers at Zaporozhskaya . We played in the ravine behind the farm where the dew was heavy on the wattled fences and on the thistles . Their red flowers and ...
... Cossack hetmans . Filled with these stories , I used to play battles with my brothers at Zaporozhskaya . We played in the ravine behind the farm where the dew was heavy on the wattled fences and on the thistles . Their red flowers and ...
Page 11
... Cossack blood . The Zaporozhskaya turbulence diminished over the years . By the time of my childhood it survived only in long - drawn - out , abusive lawsuits against Countess Branitskaya , and in Cossack songs . These were sung to us ...
... Cossack blood . The Zaporozhskaya turbulence diminished over the years . By the time of my childhood it survived only in long - drawn - out , abusive lawsuits against Countess Branitskaya , and in Cossack songs . These were sung to us ...
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... Cossack regiments suddenly poured down like lava from the Pechersk hills on the unsuspecting Petliura forces . The Cossacks were carrying their booty on their lances , whoop- ing , firing into the air , and waving their drawn swords ...
... Cossack regiments suddenly poured down like lava from the Pechersk hills on the unsuspecting Petliura forces . The Cossacks were carrying their booty on their lances , whoop- ing , firing into the air , and waving their drawn swords ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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