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narrow road carrying us home cut through the dark and through the thick
silent woods. It broke out across the fields just as the first light
fell on the horizon and we neared our destination. Once more in the
pale pink light the enormity of Russia became apparent. The road
stretched beyond the fields and forests, beyond the old jagged mountains,
beyond the remotest village and, meeting not so much as another cross road,
went on as if in search of heaven. |
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