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... ship . Right now we have the Portugal , a hospital ship , here in Odessa . A former French ship . " " Well , " I answered cautiously , “ I'd be glad to transfer to a ship like that . " " It can be done , " Lipogon said casually . “ You ...
... ship . Right now we have the Portugal , a hospital ship , here in Odessa . A former French ship . " " Well , " I answered cautiously , “ I'd be glad to transfer to a ship like that . " " It can be done , " Lipogon said casually . “ You ...
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... ship . It's possible we may make a trip soon . ” I felt in a fog . I couldn't believe that I might be sailing on this ocean - going ship . My childhood dreams were coming true . I would miss the train , of course , and my comrades , but ...
... ship . It's possible we may make a trip soon . ” I felt in a fog . I couldn't believe that I might be sailing on this ocean - going ship . My childhood dreams were coming true . I would miss the train , of course , and my comrades , but ...
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... ship with its steps broken under the weight of human bodies , soldiers ' rifle butts over people's heads , children held up in their mothers ' arms over the mad stampede of hurrying men , their desperate crying , a woman trampled under ...
... ship with its steps broken under the weight of human bodies , soldiers ' rifle butts over people's heads , children held up in their mothers ' arms over the mad stampede of hurrying men , their desperate crying , a woman trampled under ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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