Escape from Chernobyl Quotes
Escape from Chernobyl
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“It's not merely that life is fragile- but the plans we make, the paths we plot, all of it so easily thrown off course.”
― Escape from Chernobyl
― Escape from Chernobyl
“Romanian ice cream … Shortages are routine all over the Soviet Union. The store in Moscow where his own family shops is full of”
― Escape From Chernobyl
― Escape From Chernobyl
“Romanian ice cream … Shortages are routine all over the Soviet Union. The store in Moscow”
― Escape From Chernobyl
― Escape From Chernobyl
“nobody carries an avoska. Aunt Mayya comes home laden with grocery bags. Family dinners are true events, every single night, each one capped off by tasty little medovik, or honey cakes. That’s because Pripyat is no backwater town. Pripyat is an atomgrad—an atomic city, built to support the great nuclear power plant and financed by the Ministry of Energy. A beautiful dream, a workers’ paradise. Families sail little boats up and down the river on Sunday afternoons. The wives of the atomschiki spritz their necks and wrists with European perfume. Mayya sets the samovar upon the clean table and serves Pavlo and Yuri tea. Yuri glances at his younger cousins, Alina and Lev. He knows what’s coming. “May we listen to the radio?” Alina asks. Yuri bunches his cloth napkin tightly in his fist, watching the exchange. “One hour,” Pavlo tells his thirteen-year-old daughter. “And be sure to—”
― Escape From Chernobyl
― Escape From Chernobyl
“carries an avoska. Aunt Mayya comes home laden with grocery bags. Family dinners are true events, every single night, each one capped off by tasty little medovik, or honey cakes. That’s because Pripyat is no backwater town. Pripyat is an atomgrad—an atomic city, built to support the great nuclear power plant and financed by the Ministry of Energy. A beautiful dream, a workers’ paradise. Families sail little boats up and down the river on Sunday afternoons. The wives of the atomschiki spritz their necks and wrists with European perfume. Mayya sets the samovar upon the clean table and serves Pavlo and Yuri tea. Yuri glances at his younger cousins, Alina and Lev. He knows what’s coming. “May we listen to the radio?” Alina asks. Yuri bunches his cloth napkin tightly in his fist, watching the exchange. “One hour,” Pavlo tells his thirteen-year-old daughter. “And be sure to—”
― Escape From Chernobyl
― Escape From Chernobyl
“old daughter. “And be sure”
― Escape From Chernobyl
― Escape From Chernobyl
“living with his aunt and uncle in Pripyat, Yuri can scarcely believe how well they eat. And how full he feels after every meal—uncomfortably so. When he first arrived,”
― Escape From Chernobyl
― Escape From Chernobyl
“Yuri is alone in”
― Escape From Chernobyl
― Escape From Chernobyl
