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Iraida and Lena got out. Iraida pushed the truck from behind. Lena put boards
and cornhusks under the wheels. Clumps of dirt flew up in her face. The seaman
yelled curses at them, the truck roared and rocked and, in that fashion, inched its
Iraida poured borscht into one bowl and the dried-fruit compote into another. In
the third, she dumped the macaroni with black specks of meat, and said, "Dig in!"
Iraida didn't eat. She simply sat there staring at Lena, who ate everything and ...
She ran right into Iraida, who was in the vestibule unpacking some boxes. "Iraida,
" Lena cried. "What's with you?" Iraida asked suspiciously. "Help me, quickly!"
Lena whispered. "Ah, I see, the nighttime shooting has begun," Iraida said, and ...
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So many richnessess in such a small book. Such lovable characters. An indictment of a political system that never could work, no matter how hard it hammered its citizens into place. Read full review