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Postal official
32x20, Oil on Canvas
The postman will open a somebody else's letter and starts reading, until he cries,
And somebody else's happiness will make him upset, and he will not sleep and think differently,
Differently, than he used to think all the passed years, when nothing for himself, but everything for the Motherland,
And it happens at the time when not much of his life is left.
The house is five steps away from the post-office, he could live and live,
How come this fear appeared, that everything could |
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