"The riddle of life, the riddle of death, the enchantment of genius, of unadorned beauty-these things were ours," wept the beautiful Lara over the body of her lover, Dr. Zhivago. "But the small problems of practical life-things like the reshaping of the planet "these things, no thank you, they are not for us." Soon afterward, the heroine of Poet Boris Pasternak's great novel was arrested by Soviet secret police "and probably died somewhere, forgotten as a nameless number on a list that afterwards got mislaid, in one of the concentration camps of...
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