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Page 143
... theater in the municipal park . This was an old wooden theater covered with peeling red paint . Posters had been stuck up on its walls for years and their rain - faded paper hung down in rags . The theater was always boarded up . Bats ...
... theater in the municipal park . This was an old wooden theater covered with peeling red paint . Posters had been stuck up on its walls for years and their rain - faded paper hung down in rags . The theater was always boarded up . Bats ...
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... theater . Then it died down , and the or- chestra played “ God , Save the Tsar . " " He killed Stolypin , " Fitsovsky whispered to me . " No talking ! File out of the theater at once ! " the police officer shouted . We walked down the ...
... theater . Then it died down , and the or- chestra played “ God , Save the Tsar . " " He killed Stolypin , " Fitsovsky whispered to me . " No talking ! File out of the theater at once ! " the police officer shouted . We walked down the ...
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... theater itself . Then Sverdlov closed the session . Mirbach stood up and walked slowly out of his box , leaving his newspaper on the railing . It was impossible to force your way through the corridors of the theater . Security officers ...
... theater itself . Then Sverdlov closed the session . Mirbach stood up and walked slowly out of his box , leaving his newspaper on the railing . It was impossible to force your way through the corridors of the theater . Security officers ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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