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38.i'm not him

2015 moscow

I had knelt down, resting my head on my mother's lap. Her soft fingers caressed my hair, accompanying the lullaby that played. As she did every night, she lulled me to sleep with lullabies in her native Russian.

It had been three years since we came to this cold country. For three ful...

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