The Death of Dolgushov
by Isaak Babel
“The veils of battle moved towards the town. At noon Korochayev rode past us in a black cloak.”
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by Isaak Babel
“The veils of battle moved towards the town. At noon Korochayev rode past us in a black cloak.”
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