In the bitterness of recent years, when he was reviled by his stony-faced government and forbidden under pain of exile to accept the Nobel Prize awarded him for his poems and for Doctor Zhivago, Boris Leonidovich Pasternak once wrote: "How hard this life, and long my way of stone." Last week, the indomitable man who succeeded in creating some of modern literature's most eloquent testaments to the unconquerable human spirit came to the end of his stony path.
Twenty-Five Breaths. Not long before his final illness, Pasternak worriedly told an old friend he thought...
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