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Lean, shaggy, rolled in the manure livestock and winded crop left in the field... Miserable cows have eaten rotten straw from the roofs and laid unharvested crop. People are eating flapjacks made of potato rot and hereabout an oprichnik, a strong horseman islashing with a whip kids and elderly women who gather spikes and depriving them of what they picked from the mud. Should one surprise at the wastefulness? Or boil over that cruelty? I don't know. don't now... Even today I don't know. |
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