And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel in Four Books, Volume 4Foreign Languages Publishing House, 1959 |
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Pagina 187
... porch , under the door , on to the steps . God grant I never see such hor- rors again ! " " Fine guests God's sent us ! " Ilyinichna said , looking challengingly at her husband . Pantelei listened in a state of terrible agita- tion to ...
... porch , under the door , on to the steps . God grant I never see such hor- rors again ! " " Fine guests God's sent us ! " Ilyinichna said , looking challengingly at her husband . Pantelei listened in a state of terrible agita- tion to ...
Pagina 579
... porch . Dunya was pouring water out of a pitcher into his hands , gazing with a smile on her lips at her husband's thin , sun- burnt neck . Prokhor greeted them and seated himself on the bottom step of the porch , before 37 * 579.
... porch . Dunya was pouring water out of a pitcher into his hands , gazing with a smile on her lips at her husband's thin , sun- burnt neck . Prokhor greeted them and seated himself on the bottom step of the porch , before 37 * 579.
Pagina 724
... porch there was a sudden uproar , the stamping of feet , a groan , a quiet scuffling , and a muffled shout : " Give it to him ! " The talk at the table immediately died away . Fomin looked expectantly at the door . It was flung open . A ...
... porch there was a sudden uproar , the stamping of feet , a groan , a quiet scuffling , and a muffled shout : " Give it to him ! " The talk at the table immediately died away . Fomin looked expectantly at the door . It was flung open . A ...
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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