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Vavilova’s face was dark and weather-beaten, and it was odd to see it blush.
“Why are you laughing?” she said finally. “It’s all so stupid.”
Kozyrev took the paper from the table, looked at it, and…
Contributor:
Vasily Grossman
Date:
1934
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Public Access
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There are two things I ought to make clear. First, almost as soon as she starts telling me about her career (as we wade through the sleet from the bus stop to the market), my grandmother declares that…
Contributor:
Masha Gessen
Places:
Moscow, Russia
Date:
1998