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We circled the room; everything around was a blur — only the amber lights of
Lena's eyes were fixed in the whirl of the movement. "What are you doing after
the dance?" I asked, stupidly getting onto Silver's track. "What do you want to
know for ...
Vasya, a pimpled genius, placed a string of bagels around Lena's neck, stuck a
long loaf of French bread into my hands, then instructed us to walk out of the
store as if we had just made our purchases. Lena went first. Through the store
Lena didn't want to give her her passport, so she said she didn't need any money
then. They drove for about four hours to this village. It was almost halfway
between Kishinyov and Lena's hometown. It wasn't too bad on the highway,
except for ...
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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