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By some miracle the cross on my father's grave remained intact even though the grave itself was invisible. All around was a desert – no handsome oaks, no garden, no house. A ravine instead of the vineyard. Nothing resembled Tsepilovo, my dear Tsepilovo! A desert... |
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