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Page 17
Mama and my sister Galya were living in the Polesye near the little town of
Chernobyl . There , my Aunt Vera , who lived in Kiev , owned a small estate ,
Kopan , which Mama had undertaken to run . Anything to do with the land
delighted her .
Mama and my sister Galya were living in the Polesye near the little town of
Chernobyl . There , my Aunt Vera , who lived in Kiev , owned a small estate ,
Kopan , which Mama had undertaken to run . Anything to do with the land
delighted her .
Page 129
Of course we were living in a legendary , fantastic timesometimes it seemed more
like a nightmare or a grotesque travesty of reality — but all I could see was the
same grey sky over the tumbledown suburban hovels as twenty years before .
Of course we were living in a legendary , fantastic timesometimes it seemed more
like a nightmare or a grotesque travesty of reality — but all I could see was the
same grey sky over the tumbledown suburban hovels as twenty years before .
Page 140
I lived alone . Mama and Galya were still completely cut off from Kiev . I could get
no news of them . I had decided that in spring I would make my way to Kopan on
foot , in spite of people warning me that I would have to cross the unsettled ...
I lived alone . Mama and Galya were still completely cut off from Kiev . I could get
no news of them . I had decided that in spring I would make my way to Kopan on
foot , in spite of people warning me that I would have to cross the unsettled ...
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The Journalists Café | 36 |
The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
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