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The singers among them started to sing , “ Don ' t cry , Marusya , you will be mine
, ” but stopped suddenly , and the company stood there in confusion . “ March ! ”
Antoshchenko yelled in a wild voice . The whole regiment stood just as ...
The singers among them started to sing , “ Don ' t cry , Marusya , you will be mine
, ” but stopped suddenly , and the company stood there in confusion . “ March ! ”
Antoshchenko yelled in a wild voice . The whole regiment stood just as ...
Page 623
Save our Russia , beat the Jews . For they are the commissars ! But after the
Soviet forces had thrown Denikin ' s out of Oryol and begun to drive southwards ,
the mood of the Whites changed . Pogroms started in the little towns and villages
of ...
Save our Russia , beat the Jews . For they are the commissars ! But after the
Soviet forces had thrown Denikin ' s out of Oryol and begun to drive southwards ,
the mood of the Whites changed . Pogroms started in the little towns and villages
of ...
Page 651
One day Yasha Lifshitz went out into the hall and started to shout . I jumped out of
my room , and saw something quite inexplicable . While Yasha and I watched it ,
the big glass container started to lean over , looking for a moment like the ...
One day Yasha Lifshitz went out into the hall and started to shout . I jumped out of
my room , and saw something quite inexplicable . While Yasha and I watched it ,
the big glass container started to lean over , looking for a moment like the ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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