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Myortvyj gorod, ch'yo velichie ne styorlo tysyacheletie. Kosti tekh, kto ne otstupil. Tvari, chto obitayut na ego ulicah. Eto vsyo, chto ostalos' ot serdca Imperii. Zdes' pogibli luchshie, te, kogo nel'zya zamenit'. Ushli, zabrav s soboj nadezhdu, ostaviv lish' ten'. Esli by oni tol'ko vyderzhali, esli by proderzhalis' do podhoda pomoshchi... Mozhet i ne prishlos' by glotat' kom v gorle. Mozhet by...