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Page 280
This is what I dream about — who could have taught us friendliness ? Is it
possible that there isn ' t such a person somewhere in the world ? ” Sverchkov
knocked on a little window . No one answered but instead we heard a woman ' s
angry ...
This is what I dream about — who could have taught us friendliness ? Is it
possible that there isn ' t such a person somewhere in the world ? ” Sverchkov
knocked on a little window . No one answered but instead we heard a woman ' s
angry ...
Page 526
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 workers with the peasants , and about
bread ...
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 workers with the peasants , and about
bread ...
Page 624
The cry must have been heard far beyond the city limits . It beat up against the
low dark sky and bounced back again , a cry for mercy and compassion . The
pogrom did not take place . The Denikin commanders , who had not expected
this turn ...
The cry must have been heard far beyond the city limits . It beat up against the
low dark sky and bounced back again , a cry for mercy and compassion . The
pogrom did not take place . The Denikin commanders , who had not expected
this turn ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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