You and I often read novels about political prisoners who could see the sky only from the jail. And now every day I look through the bar to the sky. I always remember my grandfather. His three brothers we victims of Stalin repression. He also looked at sky through the bar. Remember, when you asked for the permission to marry me I took you to my grandfather’s grave? Then you said me that you understood that we always will be together... You always...

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