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December 31, 2005


Just finished Alexander Bakhrakh, Bunin v khalate, where he mentions meeting Babel in Paris, and how IB surprised him. He didn't resemble his Konarmia stories at all: his French was excellent, flowing and grammatically correct; he was on top of all the newest trends in art and literary worlds, he was a charmer, a welcome guest at dinner parties - and a devout family man at that.

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