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... Ukraine , the Don basin , and the Crimea were held by the German army . Kiev was held by a hetman who had been ... Ukraine I would need also a permit from the Ukrainian consul . I went to his office . It was lo- cated in the courtyard of ...
... Ukraine , the Don basin , and the Crimea were held by the German army . Kiev was held by a hetman who had been ... Ukraine I would need also a permit from the Ukrainian consul . I went to his office . It was lo- cated in the courtyard of ...
Page 586
... Ukraine , as sweet as honey . Even as children we found that Pimonenko's landscapes set our teeth on edge . Petliura was trying to revive this kind of sugar - and - honey Ukraine . But , of course , nothing came of it . Behind Petliura ...
... Ukraine , as sweet as honey . Even as children we found that Pimonenko's landscapes set our teeth on edge . Petliura was trying to revive this kind of sugar - and - honey Ukraine . But , of course , nothing came of it . Behind Petliura ...
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... Ukraine , including a cake store named for Taras Bulba . The long - mustached Taras who ran it was so impressive and his embroidered Ukrainian shirt was so shiningly white that many people hesitated to buy cakes and honey from such an ...
... Ukraine , including a cake store named for Taras Bulba . The long - mustached Taras who ran it was so impressive and his embroidered Ukrainian shirt was so shiningly white that many people hesitated to buy cakes and honey from such an ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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