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Page 359
... heard that day was the rustling of willow leaves when we stopped to water the horses at a shallow river . We caught up to the fleeing peasants . The wagons and the artil- lery caught up to us . More and more often we heard the word ...
... heard that day was the rustling of willow leaves when we stopped to water the horses at a shallow river . We caught up to the fleeing peasants . The wagons and the artil- lery caught up to us . More and more often we heard the word ...
Page 526
... heard , perhaps , plenty of times . But they had not heard it in the words they needed . He spoke slowly about the meaning of the Brest - Litovsk peace , about the treachery of the Left Social Revolutionaries , about the alliance of the ...
... heard , perhaps , plenty of times . But they had not heard it in the words they needed . He spoke slowly about the meaning of the Brest - Litovsk peace , about the treachery of the Left Social Revolutionaries , about the alliance of the ...
Page 624
... heard individuals cry in fear , and even crowds of people , but never before had I heard an entire city cry . It was unbearably frightening , because it drove out of one's consciousness all notion -naïve as it may be — of the basic ...
... heard individuals cry in fear , and even crowds of people , but never before had I heard an entire city cry . It was unbearably frightening , because it drove out of one's consciousness all notion -naïve as it may be — of the basic ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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