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21 December 2010. Longest night, shortest days. Zimá...
Here, a chilly breeze crosses the street, mildly clear...
Claims of a song. Svetalana--chansons russes--the ones her father sang to her, with his guitar, when she was a girl. Songs from another world, another time... "Le Vieil Erable," The Old Maple. Stary Klën...two voices, rising and falling, intertwined. A hastened embrace, a feigned denial--her face, just inside the door, eyes bright--Is he waiting...?
Always...
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Старый Клёч (Девчата, 1961)
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