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Page 187
... looked at the little boy . He looked as if he were trying hard to remember something , but couldn't think of it . Sevruk touched my arm . I looked around . He pointed with his eyes to one side of the coffin . I looked . There the old ...
... looked at the little boy . He looked as if he were trying hard to remember something , but couldn't think of it . Sevruk touched my arm . I looked around . He pointed with his eyes to one side of the coffin . I looked . There the old ...
Page 349
... looked at me , then at the Austrian , went up to him and took him by the arm , pointing me out to him . The Austrian looked , stumbled , and then stood still . And the whole crowd of prisoners stopped with him . We looked each other ...
... looked at me , then at the Austrian , went up to him and took him by the arm , pointing me out to him . The Austrian looked , stumbled , and then stood still . And the whole crowd of prisoners stopped with him . We looked each other ...
Page 495
... looked just as attentively out of its misty night sky at the broken glass on the floor . Several minutes later a machine gun at the Nikitsky Gate fired a long round . This was how the October fighting started in Moscow . It was what was ...
... looked just as attentively out of its misty night sky at the broken glass on the floor . Several minutes later a machine gun at the Nikitsky Gate fired a long round . This was how the October fighting started in Moscow . It was what was ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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