Voronezh
And the town stands locked in ice: a paperweight of trees, walls, snow. Gingerly I tread on glass; the painted sleighs skid in their tracks.
And the town stands locked in ice: a paperweight of trees, walls, snow. Gingerly I tread on glass; the painted sleighs skid in their tracks.
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