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I sat down
near the synagogue. The view of the city from there was beautiful. Sheet
lightings flared at the north-east. The thunderstorm was approaching. It was languorous.
Several heavy raindrops fell ever and again.
Down in the square the radio played my favourite records, the ones we
used to listen to in Tsepilovo, Father, Mother, Ira, I and the dog called
Dianka. The wave of recollections flooded me and my soul seemed to draw up and
reach out for life, joy, happiness... A strange combination of embarrassment and hope overwhelmed me...
That will happen!
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