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| I've just been reading the Chechnyan tourist brochures. It sounds heavenly. Apparently the ground is an exotic red colour. | |
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| And you can often hear what they call "the wails of the dying". | |
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| Must be the way the wind blows through the steppes or something. | |
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| I hope not to miss the "Artillery Bombardment" season. | |
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