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14 July 2010. Sparkle sun, early...
Somewhere between a tree and a sword. Let's go for the tree, becoming a branch... Puteshestvie--on the road. Peredvizhnik--a traveller, long robe. Standing to the right, a choir of soldiers--the year is 1944--on a stage with banner in Hebrew script just above, Russian words as well. Bound as one...
Zhdi Menya... Wait for Me...
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