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Page 474
... streets , nailing them on walls , fences , and lampposts . It was one o'clock in the night , a time when Yefremov was usually fast asleep . Suddenly , at this odd hour , there sounded a short , booming peal of the cathedral bell . Then ...
... streets , nailing them on walls , fences , and lampposts . It was one o'clock in the night , a time when Yefremov was usually fast asleep . Suddenly , at this odd hour , there sounded a short , booming peal of the cathedral bell . Then ...
Page 617
... Street , then along the Kreshchatik , and started to go down to the Dnieper at Podol . As they walked along , the ... streets . I caught up with one of the Red Army men and asked him where the fighting was taking place . " Near Krasny ...
... Street , then along the Kreshchatik , and started to go down to the Dnieper at Podol . As they walked along , the ... streets . I caught up with one of the Red Army men and asked him where the fighting was taking place . " Near Krasny ...
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... streets were all deserted and dead with nothing but an occasional dull street lamp seeming to light the way for the quivering , wailing scream . I learned about this later . At the moment , without knowing what was going on , I started ...
... streets were all deserted and dead with nothing but an occasional dull street lamp seeming to light the way for the quivering , wailing scream . I learned about this later . At the moment , without knowing what was going on , I started ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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