Crisp, cool morning
In a German cemetery
No one I know living ther
But as dead as ny Father and Mother, my brother, and most of the aunts and uncles
A lot of life has passed in the few years since my manhood began and my childhood ended
I have lost loved to death
And stupidity
Have changed my life in body and in mind
Where did I leave that pride that Slavic pride which made me beam when women in bright kerchiefs said "Dobrij den' Profesor" and bowed there heads to the enormity of my thirty two years of wisdom?
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