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Page 496
... Red Guards are firing machine guns along that , and at the Union cinema , where the Junkers ' staff is located . They're firing from Little Nikitskaya Street , across the boulevard . " " Then that leaves Leontyevsky Lane . " " Let's go ...
... Red Guards are firing machine guns along that , and at the Union cinema , where the Junkers ' staff is located . They're firing from Little Nikitskaya Street , across the boulevard . " " Then that leaves Leontyevsky Lane . " " Let's go ...
Page 499
... Red Guards began to shout at the Junkers . " Ah , you snotty - nosed children ! " the Red Guards yelled . “ You've played the fool long enough . Drop your guns . " " We've taken our oath , " the Junkers yelled back . " To whom did you ...
... Red Guards began to shout at the Junkers . " Ah , you snotty - nosed children ! " the Red Guards yelled . “ You've played the fool long enough . Drop your guns . " " We've taken our oath , " the Junkers yelled back . " To whom did you ...
Page 502
... Red Guard poked me in the back with the muzzle of his rifle . The courtyard was full of Red Guards . They were pulling boxes out of a demolished warehouse and piling them on a barricade across Tverskoi Boulevard . " What's this all ...
... Red Guard poked me in the back with the muzzle of his rifle . The courtyard was full of Red Guards . They were pulling boxes out of a demolished warehouse and piling them on a barricade across Tverskoi Boulevard . " What's this all ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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