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This little guy grabbed
on to my leg
and wouldn't let go
until I gave him a coin.
"Please! Please!" he cried.
Gypsy children are
often beaten if they
don't bring in their
minimum for the day.
A few minutes after I gave
him a bit of money,
he was doing somersaults
with the other children.
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The pitiful look is practiced, but the coldness of his eyes
betrays a hard life.
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These two boys lived
near my office,
and I would talk with them
on their way to and from school.
My level of Russian proficiency
was perfect for dialog with 10-year-olds.
This day I found them buying their lunch
(a single chunk of bread)
from the nearby bakery.
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We mugged for the camera while his partner
snapped the shot.
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A young Russian
proudly wears the
hand-made hat I delivered
on behalf of two
American boys who sent it
as a gift for "some kid in Moscow."
The brim says "Hulk Rules" in carefully-lettered
nail polish.
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The grim-looking papa
squeezes out a Russian folk tune for his talented
little charmers on the Moscow Arbat.
I dropped some bills in for dad, the girls sparkled a bit
when they saw me toss in a few toys for them.
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Detski Mir,
which translates to
Children's World. An ironic metaphor
for the Moscow children's world:
empty, grim,
superficial cheer
with meager pickings.
The toy store is
located right across
from the
KGB's Lubyanka
offices and prison.
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