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Page 19
But hardly had she pulled her hand away when the officer struck Ostap across
the face with his whip , shouting " You lout ! Remember who you are ! ” “ The
horses reared and galloped off . Ostap had seized his hammer , meaning to
throw it at ...
But hardly had she pulled her hand away when the officer struck Ostap across
the face with his whip , shouting " You lout ! Remember who you are ! ” “ The
horses reared and galloped off . Ostap had seized his hammer , meaning to
throw it at ...
Page 22
The train pulled into Belaya Tserkov in the evening . My father hired one of the
drivers who waited in front of the station , and he got us to Gorodishche in the
middle of the night . Half asleep I heard the monotonous jangling of the springs ,
then ...
The train pulled into Belaya Tserkov in the evening . My father hired one of the
drivers who waited in front of the station , and he got us to Gorodishche in the
middle of the night . Half asleep I heard the monotonous jangling of the springs ,
then ...
Page 128
You didn ' t pull straight , ' said Dyma . " That ' s what made us miss . You pulled
sideways . ' He always liked to hold a post - mortem . Even though we had
missed , we were proud of having shot our bolt from the ' Catapult ' . After dark I
went ...
You didn ' t pull straight , ' said Dyma . " That ' s what made us miss . You pulled
sideways . ' He always liked to hold a post - mortem . Even though we had
missed , we were proud of having shot our bolt from the ' Catapult ' . After dark I
went ...
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