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From there the rebel battery opened fire on the Governor General ' s palace and
on the Cossacks ' barracks . But the battery fired too little and badly , and not a
single shell fell either on the palace or on the barracks . Uncle Yusia was very ...
From there the rebel battery opened fire on the Governor General ' s palace and
on the Cossacks ' barracks . But the battery fired too little and badly , and not a
single shell fell either on the palace or on the barracks . Uncle Yusia was very ...
Page 194
They set fire to Liubomirsky ' s . ” “ Who did ? ” " I don ' t know . It must have been
because of the little boy . But you and I did not spend the night at the inn , and we
' ve seen nothing . All right ? ” " All right , ” I agreed . A low but distinct whistle ...
They set fire to Liubomirsky ' s . ” “ Who did ? ” " I don ' t know . It must have been
because of the little boy . But you and I did not spend the night at the inn , and we
' ve seen nothing . All right ? ” " All right , ” I agreed . A low but distinct whistle ...
Page 375
A fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years
old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth ,
with his arms around his knees , quietly and monotonously repeating : “ Oy ,
Zosia !
A fire was dying in the middle of it . Beside the fire sat a little boy about ten years
old in a black cap pulled down over his ears . He was rocking back and forth ,
with his arms around his knees , quietly and monotonously repeating : “ Oy ,
Zosia !
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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