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Front - line soldiers were always listened to willingly , and so was a French officer
who had got stuck in Russia , a ... When a soldier called himself a front - line
fighter , he was nearly always greeted by shouted questions from the crowd : “
What ...
Front - line soldiers were always listened to willingly , and so was a French officer
who had got stuck in Russia , a ... When a soldier called himself a front - line
fighter , he was nearly always greeted by shouted questions from the crowd : “
What ...
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Lenin was supposed to make a speech there to demobilized soldiers . It was a
slushy evening . The enormous barracks hall was drowned in the smoke of
cheap tobacco . Rain trickled down the dusty windows . There was a sour smell
of wet ...
Lenin was supposed to make a speech there to demobilized soldiers . It was a
slushy evening . The enormous barracks hall was drowned in the smoke of
cheap tobacco . Rain trickled down the dusty windows . There was a sour smell
of wet ...
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there , a few soldiers slapped back the breech locks of their rifles , as if they were
playing with them . One of the soldiers ... Live in Moscow , take the girls out
walking , " a heavy - set , bearded soldier added , laughing . “ There ' s enough to
...
there , a few soldiers slapped back the breech locks of their rifles , as if they were
playing with them . One of the soldiers ... Live in Moscow , take the girls out
walking , " a heavy - set , bearded soldier added , laughing . “ There ' s enough to
...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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