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“If bones could freeze, then the brain could also be dulled and the soul could freeze over. And the soul shuddered and froze- perhaps to remain frozen forever.”

Quote by Varlam Shalamov

Book:Kolyma Tales
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Kolyma Tales

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Varlam Shalamov
Varlam Shalamov

Varlam Shalamov was a Russian writer known for his profound depiction of the Soviet labor camps. His works are generally categorized as literature and non-fiction. more

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