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... soldier took off his sheepskin hat and waved it over his head . A few people shouted " Hurrah ! " but weakly , not in concert . Then a kind of ominous movement began in the crowd - soldiers , linking hands , were beginning to encircle ...
... soldier took off his sheepskin hat and waved it over his head . A few people shouted " Hurrah ! " but weakly , not in concert . Then a kind of ominous movement began in the crowd - soldiers , linking hands , were beginning to encircle ...
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... soldiers . It was a slushy evening . The enor- mous barracks hall was drowned in the smoke of cheap tobacco . Rain trickled down the dusty windows . There was a sour smell of wet overcoats and carbolic acid . Soldiers with rifles ...
... soldiers . It was a slushy evening . The enor- mous barracks hall was drowned in the smoke of cheap tobacco . Rain trickled down the dusty windows . There was a sour smell of wet overcoats and carbolic acid . Soldiers with rifles ...
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... soldiers were summoned suddenly in the middle of the night . They as- sembled morosely , saying little , and they answered all our questions curtly : " We're being sent to Zhitomir . Pacification work . A lot of priests are raising hell ...
... soldiers were summoned suddenly in the middle of the night . They as- sembled morosely , saying little , and they answered all our questions curtly : " We're being sent to Zhitomir . Pacification work . A lot of priests are raising hell ...
Contents
The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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