A Day Without A Dark Cloud. Almost A Happy Day. There Were Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days Like That In His Stretch. From The First Clang Of The Rail To The Last Clang Of The Rail. Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days. The Three Extra Days Were For Leap Years.

-Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

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A Day Without A Dark Cloud. Almost

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

A Day Without A Dark Cloud. Almost A Happy Day. There Were Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days Like That In His Stretch. From The First Clang Of The Rail To The Last Clang Of The Rail. Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days. The Three Extra Days Were For Leap Years.

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Dark

Clouds

Years

I Refuse To See Literature As Amusement, As A Game. I Think That You Ought Not To Approach Literature Without A Moral Responsibility For Every Word You Write.

Writing

Responsibility

Thinking