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... Red Guards are firing machine guns along that , and at the Union cinema , where the Junkers ' staff is located . They're firing from Little Nikitskaya Street , across the boulevard . " " Then that leaves Leontyevsky Lane . " " Let's go ...
... Red Guards are firing machine guns along that , and at the Union cinema , where the Junkers ' staff is located . They're firing from Little Nikitskaya Street , across the boulevard . " " Then that leaves Leontyevsky Lane . " " Let's go ...
Page 501
... Red Guards were charging up the boulevard , with bayonets fixed to their rifles . The Junkers were falling back , without firing . I had never seen fighting so close , right under the window of my room . I was fascinated by the men's ...
... Red Guards were charging up the boulevard , with bayonets fixed to their rifles . The Junkers were falling back , without firing . I had never seen fighting so close , right under the window of my room . I was fascinated by the men's ...
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... Red Guards were fighting at random , sure of their victory , knowing that the Junkers ' nerves would give out soon . The new Soviet government had taken over power in Petrograd . The country was abandoning the Provisional Government ...
... Red Guards were fighting at random , sure of their victory , knowing that the Junkers ' nerves would give out soon . The new Soviet government had taken over power in Petrograd . The country was abandoning the Provisional Government ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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