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... village we could see goats wandering around the Jewish houses . A wooden star of David was fastened up over the entrance to the synagogue . On the village square , littered with hay dust , unsaddled dragoons ' horses were tethered . The ...
... village we could see goats wandering around the Jewish houses . A wooden star of David was fastened up over the entrance to the synagogue . On the village square , littered with hay dust , unsaddled dragoons ' horses were tethered . The ...
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Константин Паустовский. It was in Kobrin that we watched the evacuation from the village of a Hebrew holy man , a so - called “ tsadik . " Gronsky told us there were several such tsadiks in western Russia and in ... village of Kobrin [ 367 ]
Константин Паустовский. It was in Kobrin that we watched the evacuation from the village of a Hebrew holy man , a so - called “ tsadik . " Gronsky told us there were several such tsadiks in western Russia and in ... village of Kobrin [ 367 ]
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... village had been removed . They had gone away without warning us . Maybe these shots had been a signal , but we didn't understand it . We left the village at once . Everything was empty all around us . When we had gone about a half a ...
... village had been removed . They had gone away without warning us . Maybe these shots had been a signal , but we didn't understand it . We left the village at once . Everything was empty all around us . When we had gone about a half a ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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