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“În lenta curgere a istoriei, cu sinozitățile, cu ezitările, cu mlaștinile sale, cu timpii săi morți, apar dintr-o dată, și adesea în durere și sânge, avalanșe de violențe și de relativă simplicitate.”

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Book:Din voia Domnului
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Book:Din voia Domnului
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“In vielen österreichischen Einheiten sprachen Offiziere und Mannschaften unterschiedliche Sprachen. So berichtete der Stabschef des österreichischen I. Korps bei der Schlacht von Münchengrätz, dass das gemischte polnische und ukrainische 30. Regiment tapfer bis zum Einbruch der Dämmerung gekämpft habe, die Männer dann aber nicht mehr in das Lage gewesen seien, die pantomimisch erteilten Anweisungen ihrer Offiziere zu erkennen.”

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