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I remember it was a beautiful morning. For a moment, I forgot about the war. It seemed like everything would go back to the way it was before. The apple trees were in bloom and the apricots…No signs of war anywhere. I opened the window wide. Immediately, I saw this roving, dark mob headed in my direction. They walked in silence. Suddenly, one of them turned toward me and we locked eyes…I could tell he was a poor man, the look in his eyes said, “I could come into your beautiful home right now and do whatever I want, this is my time…” That’s what his eyes told me…I was completely horrified…I ...more
Secondhand Time: The Last of the Soviets
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