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... Russia that the oldest residents of the city had no conception of . Fifty versts from Moscow the backwoods started - woods filled with bandits , unusable roads , decayed old settlements , ancient peeling churches , little horses with ...
... Russia that the oldest residents of the city had no conception of . Fifty versts from Moscow the backwoods started - woods filled with bandits , unusable roads , decayed old settlements , ancient peeling churches , little horses with ...
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... Russia . Our Russia . We'll slap down all the others . " I remembered what the Red Guards had just shouted : " But we are Russia ! " and suddenly I understood with extraordinary clarity and freshness what is meant by " the masses of the ...
... Russia . Our Russia . We'll slap down all the others . " I remembered what the Red Guards had just shouted : " But we are Russia ! " and suddenly I understood with extraordinary clarity and freshness what is meant by " the masses of the ...
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... Russia was falling apart into separate little countries cut off from each other by the lack of roads , the destruction of the mails and the telegraph system , blown - up bridges , and the sudden elon- gation of all distance . Little ...
... Russia was falling apart into separate little countries cut off from each other by the lack of roads , the destruction of the mails and the telegraph system , blown - up bridges , and the sudden elon- gation of all distance . Little ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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