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			<title>Navigating the Journey of Building Your Dream Home with a Home Construction Company</title>
			<description>remodeling company</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Most evenings were quiet, or at least, that's what Iosif had observed so far.After washing up was done for the evening, most of the household could be found in the parlour.Those who weren't there, seemed to flee the unnatural silence that was want to descend over the two families, they c..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Iosif lay flat on his back, resting his feet on the frame of the cot.He was still wearing the suit, but he barely noticed as he stared at the rafters.Dust swirled in the light of the room, making the air seem like it had visible substance.Try as he might, he could &amp;nbsp;push those nasty thoughts out..</description>
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			<title>chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&quot;We won't be able to play here any more.&quot; &amp;nbsp;A voice whispered in Iosif's ear.&quot;Shut up.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Another hissed, followed by the rustle of paper. &amp;nbsp;&quot;You're going to wake him up!&quot;&quot;He stopped snoring, maybe he's dead.&quot; &amp;nbsp;The first said.Iosif heard a creaking of the boards, and his eyes ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When Marie and Alise came in, there was much carrying on and hysterics.Kisses, hugs and tears came in heavy doses.No one thought twice of the pot of tea and sandwiches appearing from nowhere, nor how the noise they were making affected the house-mates.But the house-mates simply moved th..</description>
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			<title>chapter 2</title>
			<description>1963 ConnecticutIosif sat on the train with his bag on his feet.All that was in it was a change of clothes, a needle and some thread.When he'd been freed a week ago, a letter had arrived at Vladimir's home.&amp;nbsp; The letter, first class air-mail, was from his family, asking him to come and work on h..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Iosif is happy even though he lives in abject poverty and his wife is about to give birth to their first child.
Iosif is planning on escaping the USSR and finding his family.</description>
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			<title>Sweet Cherry Wine</title>
			<description>In 1949, Iosif is planning to escape the USSR and find his family, but the watchmen have other plans...</description>
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