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... Nesvizh , or to Mir , or Slutsk and Minsk , to get materials for the bathhouse . One day a red - bearded man with a coat slung over his shoulders appeared at our hut . His sheepskin hat managed by some miracle to balance on the back of ...
... Nesvizh , or to Mir , or Slutsk and Minsk , to get materials for the bathhouse . One day a red - bearded man with a coat slung over his shoulders appeared at our hut . His sheepskin hat managed by some miracle to balance on the back of ...
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... Nesvizh was one of the richest of them— their farms , their Jewish villages with their picturesque crowding and ... Nesvizh could still tell stories about Radziwell's expensive pleasures , about the thousands of his " serfs " lining the ...
... Nesvizh was one of the richest of them— their farms , their Jewish villages with their picturesque crowding and ... Nesvizh could still tell stories about Radziwell's expensive pleasures , about the thousands of his " serfs " lining the ...
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... Nesvizh in a two - wheeled cart found me by its light , managed somehow to bandage me , and took me to a field hospital in Nesvizh . I stayed for a month in the hospital there . The wound was slight , and the bone was not damaged . I ...
... Nesvizh in a two - wheeled cart found me by its light , managed somehow to bandage me , and took me to a field hospital in Nesvizh . I stayed for a month in the hospital there . The wound was slight , and the bone was not damaged . I ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
Copyright | |
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