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“The melody of a religious feeling is the music of life itself. To those who do not hear it I could not explain what it sounds like ... If the spark isn't smoldering somewhere inside one, no efforts can ever bring it into existence. Water cannot catch fire.”

Quote by Svetlana Alliluyeva

Work

Only One Year

This book delves into the emotional and psychological dynamics of individuals facing significant life changes within a year's span. The narrative weaves through various interconnected lives, highlighting the interconnectedness of human experiences and the profound impact of time on personal growth and transformation. more

Author

Svetlana Alliluyeva
Svetlana Alliluyeva

Svetlana Alliluyeva, a Soviet politician and writer, was born on February 28, 1926, and passed away on November 22, 2011. She was the second daughter of Joseph Stalin, the leader of the Soviet Union, and her life and works attracted widespread attention both in the Soviet Union and internationally. more

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