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LeningradI want to fill it by doing things, by moving about in space, but nothing helps. . Only late in the evening do my spirits revive somewhat БЂ” another day is over. Relieved, I lie down and for seven hours am blissfully unaware of time. . Waking up in the morning is frightful БЂ” that first moment of consciousness after the night. I am here. I am in time again.7 Evacuees started returning in large numbers in the summer of 1944, more than doubling LeningradБЂ™s population in twelve months and bringing with them breaths of Central Asia and the deep Russian countryside. One girl, fresh from a farm on the southern steppe, missed riding horses bareback out to pasture and instead took to climbing the city rooftops БЂ” БЂfive floors or higher, and the steeper the betterБЂ™. A friend of Vera InberБЂ™s brought home a spinning wheel, which she plied in between playing Beethoven sonatas.8 Soldiers started coming home a year later, in the summer of 1945. Brought up to believe in the backwardness of capitalism, they had been astonished by their glimpse of German living standards, even in wartime ...» |
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