And Quiet Flows the Don: A Novel in Four Books, Volume 4Foreign Languages Publishing House, 1959 |
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Pagina 23
... tears she fell asleep , hiding her tear - stained face in her hands , pressing her wet and swollen cheek against her crumpled kerchief . More strongly blew the wind , bending west- ward the crowns of the poplars and willows . The pallid ...
... tears she fell asleep , hiding her tear - stained face in her hands , pressing her wet and swollen cheek against her crumpled kerchief . More strongly blew the wind , bending west- ward the crowns of the poplars and willows . The pallid ...
Pagina 130
... tears , she begged her mother : " Don't let him go ! Don't let him go , Mummy ! He'll be killed in the war . Daddy , don't ride off to the war ! " Mishatka's lips quivered , but he did not cry . He manfully restrained himself and ...
... tears , she begged her mother : " Don't let him go ! Don't let him go , Mummy ! He'll be killed in the war . Daddy , don't ride off to the war ! " Mishatka's lips quivered , but he did not cry . He manfully restrained himself and ...
Pagina 217
... tears . But a minute later , though her eyes were still glitter- ing with tears , she was playing with Mishatka , flinging her silk holiday shawl over him , and laughing as though she had never wept and never known the salty taste of tears ...
... tears . But a minute later , though her eyes were still glitter- ing with tears , she was playing with Mishatka , flinging her silk holiday shawl over him , and laughing as though she had never wept and never known the salty taste of tears ...
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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