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A man over eighty is seated at his desk, looking up at an old picture, one more than fifty years old. His eyes meet with those of a beautiful old woman, a woman who was born a…
I know a town in White Russia [Belarus] on the River Dnieper. Its name is Shklov. I was born there, went to heder there, which is why I know it so well.The flame of life burns calmly there. Nobody…