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Page 351
... kind of clothing are you wearing , young man ? What kind of uniform is it ? " " It's what they gave me , Your Excellency , ” I answered . " Who gave it to you ? " the general shouted in a frightening voice . The whole car was now quiet ...
... kind of clothing are you wearing , young man ? What kind of uniform is it ? " " It's what they gave me , Your Excellency , ” I answered . " Who gave it to you ? " the general shouted in a frightening voice . The whole car was now quiet ...
Page 599
... kind of romanticism which never seemed false . The Bogunsky soldiers were a young crowd . Shchors , too , was young . Their youth and their belief in the victory of the Revolution transformed a military regiment into a kind of ...
... kind of romanticism which never seemed false . The Bogunsky soldiers were a young crowd . Shchors , too , was young . Their youth and their belief in the victory of the Revolution transformed a military regiment into a kind of ...
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... kind of slap - happy look , in spite of its ominous black ribbon . This was the kind of hat that provincial Don Juans dream about ; it must have covered the head of some small - town barber not long ago . Maybe its owner had paid with ...
... kind of slap - happy look , in spite of its ominous black ribbon . This was the kind of hat that provincial Don Juans dream about ; it must have covered the head of some small - town barber not long ago . Maybe its owner had paid with ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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