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<Somewhat
previously I'll tell what happened after we came to the village
of Molchanovo near the Ob River.>
I made a little
smudge on the heugh near the Ob and sitting
a-smoke fanned mosquitoes away. Women sobbed all night long and my heart was
dark. One had to have a stone heart not to care looking at weeping wives and
mothers wringing their hands. But in this country the authorities' hearts are
accustomed to torment. I am alone. I lost
nobody on the way... I have nobody to lose. But when facing lies, deception I
was losing my faith in triumph of truth and grief clung like a spider web to
the face. And it was difficult to fan it away.
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