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When Roula woke the morning of her departure, the town seemed to hold its breath. Her mother wrapped a shawl around her shoulders as if preparing her for a voyage to a world too bright to see at once. Mr. Kondras handed her a small pouch of change with a blessed nod. The bus smelled of rubber and lavender. Roula sat by the window and watched her town shrink into a ribbon of roofs. roula 1995 m.ok.ru