Papa
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Trains used to pass the town where
my father and I were born.

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And only one post train from Kiev
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used to stop once a day at our station
in August, 1929.

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Sometime at night.
For two minutes.

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And in the morning we found out
that some family left Tulchin forever.

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Me, in contrast to others,
was never jealous of it.

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Because from that day
when my father bought me the first violin

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I knew that one night
the post train would take me too.

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Would take me from
this dusty childhood

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to a real adult life.

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