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'Varnak buried her in the birch grove, and ten days later her grave was covered bythe year's first snow. I had visions of her standing naked in my bedroom, souvenirs of the day we’d enjoyed our own company Sheets of paper are taped to the walls, thick as feathers, each one scrawled with a message. on point, Voronov announced with some pleasure:'Supposing not one day's delay, about one hundred and fifty days.
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