[That's almost a dirty word for them. The Captain handles the car - it's an old skill, familiar and fast - and begins to drive, smoothly. He has a map in his head, they'll get there with little delay.]
All kinds of things. Romances. War stories. Tales of the Revolution. Poetry, if you'll believe it.
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[That's almost a dirty word for them. The Captain handles the car - it's an old skill, familiar and fast - and begins to drive, smoothly. He has a map in his head, they'll get there with little delay.]
All kinds of things. Romances. War stories. Tales of the Revolution. Poetry, if you'll believe it.
[He shakes his head.]
Soviet poetry lacks something.