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A small Belarusian village ensconced in evergreen forest, rows of low wooden houses punctuated with dashes of street benches. There they sit, a group of women from the village - war widows, talking themselves to sleep. Why do they sit on these benches after a full day of work? They are afraid to go into their dark houses alone.

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