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A Miracle of Rare Device

From the banks of the Don to old Astrakhan, can be measured by depth of emotion. The grass never so green in a broken machine as when you try to set it in motion. So just before dawn I hopped … Continue reading

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On тоска, Бердяев, etc: “Russian soul-searching is just their version of collective masturbation” – AB

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