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... shouted questions from the crowd : " What front ? Which division ? Which regiment ? Who was your regimental commander ? " If the soldier , confused , could not manage to get out his answers , the crowd would yell : " He's a Moscow ...
... shouted questions from the crowd : " What front ? Which division ? Which regiment ? Who was your regimental commander ? " If the soldier , confused , could not manage to get out his answers , the crowd would yell : " He's a Moscow ...
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... 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 ! " The frightened residents all assembled in the courtyard . It was a late ...
... 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 ! " The frightened residents all assembled in the courtyard . It was a late ...
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... shouted suddenly . What do you want po- tatoes for when he's already dead ? Get away from here ! ' He told me ... shouted at his horses with all the voice he had , because he was afraid one of the children might start to cry , and give ...
... shouted suddenly . What do you want po- tatoes for when he's already dead ? Get away from here ! ' He told me ... shouted at his horses with all the voice he had , because he was afraid one of the children might start to cry , and give ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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