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Kuzni︠e︡t︠s︡ova I︠E︡.
Even when it seems that time freezes and the earth stops, winter comes. The sky turns gray, dried grass rustles, garlands flicker to the hum of generators - more for the light than for the holiday. People live the war as they know how, make their ow…
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