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“It’s a peculiar game we all play. Against what looms in the twilight of the European future, it doesn’t make much sense, this pretending to carry on with the day, you know, just waiting. Everyone waiting.”
THAT WINTER, IN St. Petersburg, troops at the Winter Palace fired on thousands of unarmed strikers who had marched there in respectfulnesss and innocence.
Bloody Sunday 1905
