Thursday, January 06, 2011
Analect2.830x (Урок 1)
6 January 2011. Warm sun, bright day...
Young woman and her mother, seated alongsided, from some far place--Middle East, Iran... Voices in another tongue...
As with Rambal, the French soldier who makes his way to the Russian camp, in the night...through heavy snow. Gathered around the kostyor--Russian for bonfire--they offer him vodka, kasha gruel... So many, lost, from both sides... "Moyi druzya, moyi druzya..." "My friends, my friends..."
Posted by Anthony Dubovsky at 1:19 PM
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