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A restrained elegance enveloped in a Slavic midnight hue.
She has a voice...
No one can cross...
She has a chant...
Like a 'Breathing Rose'...!
Her words are so simply hung. I love her words.
i like it very touching
Not under foreign skiesNor under foreign wings protected -I shared all this with my own peopleThere, where misfortune had abandoned us. INSTEAD OF A PREFACEDuring the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I