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When a soldier called himself a front - line fighter , he was nearly always greeted
by shouted questions from the crowd : “ What front ? Which division ? Which
regiment ? Who was your regimental commander ? ” If the soldier , confused ,
could ...
When a soldier called himself a front - line fighter , he was nearly always greeted
by shouted questions from the crowd : “ What front ? Which division ? Which
regiment ? Who was your regimental commander ? ” If the soldier , confused ,
could ...
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Then the sergeant flew into a rage . “ Drive everyone in the building into the
courtyard , ” he shouted at his soldiers , and to underline the order he fired from
the staircase into the ceiling . “ Get them all out here , the parasites ! To hell with
them !
Then the sergeant flew into a rage . “ Drive everyone in the building into the
courtyard , ” he shouted at his soldiers , and to underline the order he fired from
the staircase into the ceiling . “ Get them all out here , the parasites ! To hell with
them !
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this man shouted suddenly . What do you want potatoes for when he ' s already
dead ? Get away from here ! He told me himself later that he didn ' t understand
what happened to him then . He clenched his teeth , started to rip open the tops
of ...
this man shouted suddenly . What do you want potatoes for when he ' s already
dead ? Get away from here ! He told me himself later that he didn ' t understand
what happened to him then . He clenched his teeth , started to rip open the tops
of ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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