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"Here, little one. Trying पढ़ना some words from these books. I will be back." the Russian set three thin binds of colorful pages on the child's legs and walked away to the अगला room in his heavy boots, encasing her behind the strong wooden door, not quite shutting it all the way. The bright रंग and characters enticed her voiceless mind. She brushed her finger tips over the hard cover to the corner of the book rested on her small thighs, opening it to reveal the first flimsy white square titled; "Моя семья." On the white, shiny page was a picture of a group of people. Some were...