What if a few hundred thousand men huddled together in a small corner of the world had done their utmost to disfigure it . . . so that no green thing, not even a blade of grass could grow; had . . . trimmed all the trees and driven away every animal and every bird—in spite of all, spring was still spring in every town. . . . The birches, the wild cherry trees and the poplars unfolded their gummy and fragrant leaves, the bursting buds of the lindens expanded, the jackdaws, the...
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