And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel in Four Books, Volume 4Foreign Languages Publishing House, 1959 |
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Pagina 134
... cheek pressed to the grass . And over this cheek , which death was already tingeing with fugitive , saffron - yellow shades , the busy ants were crawling . " The beauty those sons of bitches have de- stroyed ! " Prokhor said in an ...
... cheek pressed to the grass . And over this cheek , which death was already tingeing with fugitive , saffron - yellow shades , the busy ants were crawling . " The beauty those sons of bitches have de- stroyed ! " Prokhor said in an ...
Pagina 408
... cheeks went whiter than linen . " But it's- it's " she whispered incoherently , and suddenly gave a piercing scream : " It's Grisha they're bringing ! It's his horse ! " Crying , she ran out into the porch . Ilyinichna covered her eyes ...
... cheeks went whiter than linen . " But it's- it's " she whispered incoherently , and suddenly gave a piercing scream : " It's Grisha they're bringing ! It's his horse ! " Crying , she ran out into the porch . Ilyinichna covered her eyes ...
Pagina 845
... cheeks with the flower stalk . He aroused himself with difficulty from his drowsy oblivion and said hoarsely ... cheek with her lips . " My dear , Grisha darling , the grey hairs you've got ! " she whispered . " So you're growing old ...
... cheeks with the flower stalk . He aroused himself with difficulty from his drowsy oblivion and said hoarsely ... cheek with her lips . " My dear , Grisha darling , the grey hairs you've got ! " she whispered . " So you're growing old ...
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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 |
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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 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