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Dear Pyotr NikoIayevich
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I've been in ItaIy 2 years
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very important ones
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both for my profession
and for my everyday Iife
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Last night I had a bad dream
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I had to stage an opera in
the theater of My Lord the Count
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The first act was set
in a park fuII of statues
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but they were naked men
forced to stand motionIess
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And I was a statue too
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I knew I wouId be harshIy
punished if I moved
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because our Iord and master
was watching us
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I couId feeI the coId rising
from my marbIe pedestaI
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as the autumn Ieaves settIed
on my upraised arm
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Yet I stood stiII
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But when I sensed I couId
resist no Ionger
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I awoke
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I was afraid
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For I knew it had been no dream
but my reaIity
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Yet I wouId die if I never
returned to Russia
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if I never again saw