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	<title>International Student - Video Contest Blog</title>
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		<title>Comeback.</title>
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The time flies fast. Lectures have already begun in Moscow after the winter holidays. Everything I’ve already learned doesn’t bring a lot of joy. I’ve been told that my Father stays at the outside of the city house in summers. It means that my search is not finished and it ...</description>
		<link>http://www.internationalstudent.com/contest/blog/?p=25</link>
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		<title>A Cemetry.</title>
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On the seventh day we went to Grandfather’s grave with flowers. On our way to it, my Mother saw the grave of my Father’s Mother – my Grandmother. It turns out that she passed away the previous year. 

There are things that you can play back and forward in your imagination ...</description>
		<link>http://www.internationalstudent.com/contest/blog/?p=23</link>
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		<title>Kazan.</title>
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As soon as the train arrived to the Kazan railway station, we’ve been taken right to the funeral. According to the Jewish tradition, close relatives stay at home for some days, it’s called “shiva” – time to recall all the good things, to look at the old photos, to be ...</description>
		<link>http://www.internationalstudent.com/contest/blog/?p=18</link>
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		<title>Cold.</title>
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Me and my Mother went to Kazan on the same train, but in different carriages. It was terribly cold in mine. I was trying to fall asleep but didn’t succeed. The cold wrapped me like a blanket. I put on a scarf, then – a hat…a coat, but nothing helped.





I ...</description>
		<link>http://www.internationalstudent.com/contest/blog/?p=13</link>
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		<title>A Birthday.</title>
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There are trips that change everything in life. Kazan railway station was covered with purple mist, as if in dreams.  The cold burnt the breath. Everything seemed unreal.

I booked tickets to Kazan for the 3 of January, to be at my Grandfather’s birthday. Instead of that, I came to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.internationalstudent.com/contest/blog/?p=10</link>
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		<title>NEW YEAR.</title>
		<description> “Rosh Hashana” – Israeli New Year is in autumn. Immigrants from Russia brought European holidays with them. But the traditional New Year without snow, fur tree and Father Frost differs in Israel. Moreover, the first of January is a regular working day.



An old, Soviet New Year postcard.

It’s a tradition ...</description>
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		<title>Greetings!</title>
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Dear students from all over the world!!!

This year, I’ve got а very precious gift – an opportunity to find my Father. I don’t know how my investigation will end, but I would like to express my deepest gratitude for such a present.

Happy New Year! Let all your dreams come true! ...</description>
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