Early Soviet version, perhaps--vision of the future, a time of hope. Roman Vishniac: young people, seated together at long benches, bandanas and scarves, plans for farming, olive groves, fields of wheat. Instead, a rocky landscape, water sparse, someone else's home. Sentries and stockades--another future, but still the hope...
Dark waters of the Moldau, Czechoslovakia. The old names... A sweet new year...
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