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"How come she screamed?" he asked. "I poked her with my elbow," I said and, at
that moment, I found the answer to Lenin's question. "Listen, Andrewlka," I said. "
Andrewlka is always listening." "Do you like her?" I asked. "What's the difference
Lena screamed. "Don't scream. Don't scream. Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I'm
not afraid of anybody. Just let go of me," she said, trying to defend herself from his
hands. "Yes, I know you're not afraid of anybody. I saw you in the dining room ...
she screamed in a hoarse voice, then leaped onto the bench beside the piano
and placed her hands on the keys. A tender, romantic melody, Sonata #7, flowed
through the auditorium. Just as the audience calmed down and got ready to listen
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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