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Page 244
The sky seemed filled with smoke . Enormous black puffs moved behind it , like
petrified cotton . These were the storm clouds seen through the smoke . Dead
silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped ...
The sky seemed filled with smoke . Enormous black puffs moved behind it , like
petrified cotton . These were the storm clouds seen through the smoke . Dead
silence stood all around us . The frogs and the birds grew silent , fish stopped ...
Page 312
They took turns climbing into the ambulance to have a smoke protected from the
rain . The soldiers waited their turn without complaining , then climbed into the
ambulance , rolled a cigarette out of cheap makhorka tobacco and damp ...
They took turns climbing into the ambulance to have a smoke protected from the
rain . The soldiers waited their turn without complaining , then climbed into the
ambulance , rolled a cigarette out of cheap makhorka tobacco and damp ...
Page 358
Black columns of smoke stood against the horizon . The orderlies said this was
burning grain . A Cossack patrol galloped through the little village . They rode up
to the square in front of the synagogue , went into two or three houses , and then
...
Black columns of smoke stood against the horizon . The orderlies said this was
burning grain . A Cossack patrol galloped through the little village . They rode up
to the square in front of the synagogue , went into two or three houses , and then
...
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Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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