Instead of lullabies, my mother would sing us songs of the Revolution. Now she sings them to her grandchildren. 'Are you — Svetlana Alexievich, Czasy secondhand. Koniec czerwonego człowieka
Instead of lullabies, my mother would sing us songs of the Revolution. Now she sings them to her grandchildren. 'Are you — Svetlana Alexievich, Czasy secondhand. Koniec czerwonego człowieka
Instead of lullabies, my mother would sing us songs of the Revolution. Now she sings them to her grandchildren. 'Are you — Svetlana Alexievich, Czasy secondhand. Koniec czerwonego człowieka
Instead of lullabies, my mother would sing us songs of the Revolution. Now she sings them to her grandchildren. 'Are you — Svetlana Alexievich, Czasy secondhand. Koniec czerwonego człowieka
Instead of lullabies, my mother would sing us songs of the Revolution. Now she sings them to her grandchildren. 'Are you — Svetlana Alexievich, Czasy secondhand. Koniec czerwonego człowieka
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Instead of lullabies, my mother would sing us songs of the Revolution. Now she sings them to her grandchildren. 'Are you nuts?' I ask her. She replies, 'I don't know any other songs.

— Svetlana Alexievich, Czasy secondhand. Koniec czerwonego człowieka
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