Word: shooted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Lvov in which M. Kerensky was Minister of Justice. Next day representatives of the Duma obtained the abdication of the Tsar. Russians were all but stupefied that the Tsarist regime was so rotten at the core as to topple after four days of disorder in Petrograd. Troops ordered to shoot down the mobs flung away their guns and embraced the rioters. Never was a revolution less bloody...
...arms and ammunition, waved aside the travelers' passports, tied their hands and soaked ropes to make them cut deeper. The Mongols explained they had never heard of America and were going to kill Messrs. Clark and Morden. These men discussed their insurance policies and "hoped they would shoot us and make it snappy." They tried to faint to escape the pains in their arms, but could not manage it. After much grunting and pipe-smoking the Mongols changed their minds, fed their captives tea, sent the caravan ahead under a guard...
...extremely sensitive but equally philosophical, this Gubbio. Because he often echoes his chief's command, he has been nicknamed "Shoot." It is an Americanism that sounds ludicrous and a little contemptible to Italians. Another man might be annoyed but not "Shoot" Gubbio. He can contemplate worse than that with equanimity. The futility of mechanical "art," for example. Even the suicide of Giorgio Mirelli, a boy-genius whom he has tutored, does not greatly perturb him. Nor even the strange daemon of the beautiful woman who caused the boy's suicide. Emotionless? Oh, no. But he has taught himself...
...Aldo Nuti countermands the precautions. He begs to be allowed to demonstrate his flawless marksmanship, if not his courage. The Nestoroff watches with the rest as they release the tiger and the director cries, "Ready, shoot!" Serafino Gubbio cranks his camera, inside the cage with Nuti. Aldo Nuti aims carefully and shoots, not the tiger, but the Nestoroff. The tiger tears him apart. Gubbio cranks on until someone fires pointblank through the bars into the tiger's ear. He thereby achieves perfection as a cinematograph operator. Emotionless? Oh, no. His suppressed terror strikes him dumb forever after. But except...
...serious. A mystic, a believer in man's supernatural endowment, he finds nothing too lowly, dull or grotesque to serve his purpose-a beggars' shelter, a dusty country road, a flyblown tavern. One who speculates on the borders of insanity, he never long departs from concrete dramatization. Shoot is as full of action as a wild west show, as full of metaphysics as a German university, and more exciting than any combination...