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Pagina 329
... turned sharply into the wood . " They haven't got any papers , " Prokhor rea- soned . " Did you see the way they turned off into the trees ? Why do they have to ride in the day - time , the devils ! " During the day several other men ...
... turned sharply into the wood . " They haven't got any papers , " Prokhor rea- soned . " Did you see the way they turned off into the trees ? Why do they have to ride in the day - time , the devils ! " During the day several other men ...
Pagina 507
... turned even paler than Ryabchikov . " Well , what's it like ? " Yermakov asked , dilat- ing his nostrils and gazing into Prokhor's bleary eyes . " Tsar's wine , eh ? Strong ? Sweet ? Speak up now , you devil , or I'll smash this flask ...
... turned even paler than Ryabchikov . " Well , what's it like ? " Yermakov asked , dilat- ing his nostrils and gazing into Prokhor's bleary eyes . " Tsar's wine , eh ? Strong ? Sweet ? Speak up now , you devil , or I'll smash this flask ...
Pagina 799
... turned to the sun . " They're Reds ! I can see the stars on their caps ! " he shouted thickly at last , and turned his horse . They set off at a gallop . Behind them occasion- al shots rang out . For two versts or so Grigo- ry galloped ...
... turned to the sun . " They're Reds ! I can see the stars on their caps ! " he shouted thickly at last , and turned his horse . They set off at a gallop . Behind them occasion- al shots rang out . For two versts or so Grigo- ry galloped ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel in Four Books, Boek 4 Mikhail Aleksandrovich Sholokhov Fragmentweergave - 1974 |
And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel in Four Books, Volume 4 Mikhail Aleksandrovich Sholokhov Fragmentweergave - 1959 |
And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel in Four Books, Boek 4 Михаил Александрович Шолохов Fragmentweergave - 1999 |
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Aksinya answered ataman began best room Bolsheviks britzkas bullocks cheeks Chumakov commander Cossacks Darya devil Don Army Don Cossacks door drink Dunya everything eyes face father fight fire Fomin front galloped gazed glance Grandad greatcoat Grigory asked Grigory Panteleyevich Grigory's Grisha halted hands head heard horses hurriedly Ilyinichna Kalmyk Kaparin kerchief killed Kopylov Koshevoi Kuban Kuban Cossack laughed legs lips listened live look machine-gun Melekhov Mikhail Misha Mishatka mother Natalya night old woman once Pantelei porch Prokhor quietly Red Army regiment retreat ride rode Ryabchikov sabre sacks saddle shouted sighed silent sleep smile Soviet squadron stared Stepan steppe Sterlyadnikov stood talk Tatarsky tears tell there's thing thought tone took turned typhus versts village vodka voice Vyeshenskaya wagon wait walked What's whispered wife wiped yard Yermakov