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MeoPate Tran Tran từ Xã Ross, Minnesota, Hoa Kỳ

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REQUIEM No, not under the vault of alien skies, And not under the shelter of alien wings-- I was with my people then, There, where my people, unfortunately, were. INSTEAD OF A PREFACE In the terrible years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months in the prison lines of Leningrad. Once, someone "recognized" me. Then a woman with bluish lips standing behind me, who, of course, had never heard me called by name before, woke up from the stupor to which everyone had succumbed and whispered in my ear (everyone spoke in whispers then): "Can you describe this" And I answered, "Yes, I can." Then something that looked like a smile passed over what had once been her face. (131)