excerpt from 'Sergey Prokofiev diaries: 23 July 1914' pp. 721-722 (54 words)
excerpt from 'Sergey Prokofiev diaries: 23 July 1914' pp. 721-722 (54 words)
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We arrived in Rostov at eleven o'clock in the morning and once again found ourselves plunged into a seething cauldron of humanity. A monstrously long train carrying reservists to the front was now disgorging, now swallowing thousands of people, some being seen off by wailing womenfolk. Someone was playing a squeezebox, others were singing. |
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