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Page 143
The performances were to be in the summer 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 performances were to be in the summer 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 .
Page 216
A dull roaring filtered through to us from the theater . Then it died down , and the
orchestra 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 ...
A dull roaring filtered through to us from the theater . Then it died down , and the
orchestra 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 ...
Page 541
It seemed as if the enormous chandelier would shatter , and the stucco moldings
around the walls of the theater crumble . Even Sverdlov ' s powerful voice could
not control the hall . He kept on ringing for order , but his bell could be heard only
...
It seemed as if the enormous chandelier would shatter , and the stucco moldings
around the walls of the theater crumble . Even Sverdlov ' s powerful voice could
not control the hall . He kept on ringing for order , but his bell could be heard only
...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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