And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel in Four Books, Volume 4Foreign Languages Publishing House, 1959 |
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Pagina 45
... Prokhor Zykov was waiting for him at the wicket - gate . " No news of Aksinya ? " Grigory asked with forced unconcern in his tones . " No. She's vanished into thin air , " Prokhor answered , yawning , but anxiously thinking : " God ...
... Prokhor Zykov was waiting for him at the wicket - gate . " No news of Aksinya ? " Grigory asked with forced unconcern in his tones . " No. She's vanished into thin air , " Prokhor answered , yawning , but anxiously thinking : " God ...
Pagina 106
... Prokhor set off for the house of Aksinya's aunt . Vyeshenskaya slept in an impenetrable dark- ness . On the farther side of the Don the night- ingales were whistling , vying with one another in the forest . Unhurryingly Prokhor went up ...
... Prokhor set off for the house of Aksinya's aunt . Vyeshenskaya slept in an impenetrable dark- ness . On the farther side of the Don the night- ingales were whistling , vying with one another in the forest . Unhurryingly Prokhor went up ...
Pagina 479
... Prokhor for holding him back with such non- sensical talk . He was about to bring his whip down across Prokhor's face , but with extraor- dinary agility Prokhor jumped on to the wagon- ette , snatched his carbine from under the horse ...
... Prokhor for holding him back with such non- sensical talk . He was about to bring his whip down across Prokhor's face , but with extraor- dinary agility Prokhor jumped on to the wagon- ette , snatched his carbine from under the horse ...
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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, Boek 4 Михаил Александрович Шолохов Fragmentweergave - 1999 |
And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel in Four Books, Boek 4 Михаил Александрович Шолохов Fragmentweergave - 1999 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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 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 sitting 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