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Page 54
Svyatoslavsky Street Our trips to Cherkassy and Gorodishche were the holidays
of my childhood . The ' weekdays ' were those passed in Kiev where we spent the
long winters in our gloomy , uncosy flat in Svyatoslavsky Street . The street ...
Svyatoslavsky Street Our trips to Cherkassy and Gorodishche were the holidays
of my childhood . The ' weekdays ' were those passed in Kiev where we spent the
long winters in our gloomy , uncosy flat in Svyatoslavsky Street . The street ...
Page 55
On such occasions a boy was posted as look - out at the gate to watch for the
policeman who patrolled the street . Not only did she play the ' Marseillaise ' on
her accordion - she bawled it in her furious raucous voice . Sung by her , it
sounded ...
On such occasions a boy was posted as look - out at the gate to watch for the
policeman who patrolled the street . Not only did she play the ' Marseillaise ' on
her accordion - she bawled it in her furious raucous voice . Sung by her , it
sounded ...
Page 71
I followed him down street after street . He saluted infantry officers with a careless
grace which made me ashamed of our landlubbing soldiery . After looking back
several times he finally stopped at a corner of a street and beckoned me over .
I followed him down street after street . He saluted infantry officers with a careless
grace which made me ashamed of our landlubbing soldiery . After looking back
several times he finally stopped at a corner of a street and beckoned me over .
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