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Page 268
... called the B line , ran along Moscow's outer ring of wide streets which is known as the Sadovy ring . Conductors did not like this line , and preferred to work on “ the silver line , ” also called the A line , which ran along the inner ...
... called the B line , ran along Moscow's outer ring of wide streets which is known as the Sadovy ring . Conductors did not like this line , and preferred to work on “ the silver line , ” also called the A line , which ran along the inner ...
Page 352
... called " the little knight . " " You'll see for yourself , " Chemodanov had told me . " It's as if he had jumped out of the pages of a Sienkiewicz novel . " I washed after my trip , drank coffee with the old nurse Panna Yadviga , and ...
... called " the little knight . " " You'll see for yourself , " Chemodanov had told me . " It's as if he had jumped out of the pages of a Sienkiewicz novel . " I washed after my trip , drank coffee with the old nurse Panna Yadviga , and ...
Page 521
... called my idea sheer nonsense . On the con- trary , he said , Islam was the most militant and fanatical of religions . Once a holy war was declared , once the Prophet's green banner had been raised , Islam might destroy the world , like ...
... called my idea sheer nonsense . On the con- trary , he said , Islam was the most militant and fanatical of religions . Once a holy war was declared , once the Prophet's green banner had been raised , Islam might destroy the world , like ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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