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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sachii" data-source="post: 9068485" data-attributes="member: 126652">page 8“Then it's time I started for the station.”“But why so suddenly?” I asked.“You promised you'd stay here a few days, you know. People won't let you goso soon.” “I've urgent business in Moscow. I've got to leave at once.”Her mind was made up, and no plea could move her.It was getting dark. The disappointed villagers saw their guest to the car andmade her promise she'd come for a longer stay soon, for a week at the very least.I drove with her to the station.Why the sudden hurry I wondered. It was foolish to hurt her countrymen's feelings, and especially on a great day like this. I wanted to ask why she wasdoing it, but I did not dare. Not because I was afraid to appear tactless. I just Iknew it would be no use that she wouldn't tell me anything. She was lost inthought, and never said a word all the way to the station.“I can see that something has upset you. Could we have offended you in anyway? Are you angry with anyone?” I brought myself to ask her.“Oh, no, heavens no! The very idea! Who could I be angry with? Only myself,perhaps. Yes, I could really be angry with myself.”And with that she left. A few days after my return to town I got a letter from her, which surprised me. Altynai wrote to say that she was going to stay inMoscow longer than planned and then went on:“Although I have so many important and urgent things to attend to in Moscow, I have decided to put them all off in order to write you this long letter. If youshould find my story interesting I'd very much ask you to think it over andsuggest how it could be published. I think this ought to be done not just for thebenefit of our villagers, but also for the benefit of all, our youth especially. Igave the matter much thought before arriving at this decision. This is myconfession to people. I owe it to them. The greater the number of people who</blockquote>

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