Sol (Scene 1) Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

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Alexander Solzhenitsyn sits silently in his living room, in moscow.
He is expecting a visitor.He is old now, an invilid, and wheelchair bound.
He hears the roar of helicopters and fighter jets flying overhead.He pushes himself over to the window and looks outside.There are, quite literally, thousands of people in the street.Journalists, T.V crews, crowds of spectators, paprazzi etc.With a touch of cynicism, he grins to himself, 'How ironic, I have become, 'cult of personality'', a concept which he despises.
He pushes his chair back to the table and awaits his visitor in silence.
As he waits, he begins contemplating the past.
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