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"Deafness, an
Insurgency, Begins."

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Our country woke up next morning
and refused to hear soldiers.

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In the name of Petya, we refuse.

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At six a.m., when
soldiers compliment

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the girls in the
alley, the girls

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slide by, pointing
to their ears.

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At eight, the bakery door is
shut in soldier Ivanoff's face,

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though he's their best customer.

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At ten, Momma Galya
chalks NO ONE HEARS YOU

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on the gates of the
soldiers' barracks.

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By eleven a.m., arrests begin.

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Our hearing does not weaken,
but something silent in us

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strengthens.

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After curfew, families
of the arrested

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hang homemade puppets
out of their windows.

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The streets are empty but
for the squeaks of strings

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and the tap tap,
against the buildings,

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of wooden fists and feet.

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In the ears of the
town, snow falls.

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