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... front - line positions . A gloomy wind was blowing . The road was covered with ice . My horse was moving at a walk , trying not to slip . It soon grew so dark that I couldn't see the bushes by the side of the road . Somewhere in front ...
... front - line positions . A gloomy wind was blowing . The road was covered with ice . My horse was moving at a walk , trying not to slip . It soon grew so dark that I couldn't see the bushes by the side of the road . Somewhere in front ...
Page 482
... front and in the rotten rear , too . Comrades , all of you who have been front - line soldiers ! I appeal to you ! I humbly beg you - cordon off all these citizens , search them , check their docu- ments . If we find something on any of ...
... front and in the rotten rear , too . Comrades , all of you who have been front - line soldiers ! I appeal to you ! I humbly beg you - cordon off all these citizens , search them , check their docu- ments . If we find something on any of ...
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... front for the struggle against the Ukrainian atamans ! Well , that's enough . Good . I forgive you , in front of the government . To hell with you , there's no hate for you in my heart . Now , regiment , listen to me ! " Antoshchenko ...
... front for the struggle against the Ukrainian atamans ! Well , that's enough . Good . I forgive you , in front of the government . To hell with you , there's no hate for you in my heart . Now , regiment , listen to me ! " Antoshchenko ...
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The Death of My Father | 3 |
My Grandfather Maxim Grigorievich | 10 |
Carp | 16 |
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