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Page 70
... train ran along the fields and the train was filled with such an orange light from the setting sun that in our com- partment you couldn't tell one thing from another in the flaming haze . The train pulled into Sinezerki at twilight ...
... train ran along the fields and the train was filled with such an orange light from the setting sun that in our com- partment you couldn't tell one thing from another in the flaming haze . The train pulled into Sinezerki at twilight ...
Page 151
... train started . My father stood there , holding his hat , watching the racing wheels of the train . He didn't want to come back to Uncle Kolya's house , saying he had to catch the first train back to Bezhitsa where an urgent job was ...
... train started . My father stood there , holding his hat , watching the racing wheels of the train . He didn't want to come back to Uncle Kolya's house , saying he had to catch the first train back to Bezhitsa where an urgent job was ...
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... train . The train stopped at last in a wide glen . Yellow clouds of shrapnel fire blazed up continually in the leafy woods around the edges of the glen . Mounted soldiers were galloping past the train . A field battery hidden in some ...
... train . The train stopped at last in a wide glen . Yellow clouds of shrapnel fire blazed up continually in the leafy woods around the edges of the glen . Mounted soldiers were galloping past the train . A field battery hidden in some ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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