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EPIGRAPH

And in the moonlight’s pallid glamour

Rides high upon the charging brute

Head held high ’mid echoing clamour

The Bronze Horseman in pursuit.

And all through that long night no matter

What road the frantic wretch might take

There would pound with ponderous clatter

The Bronze Horseman in his wake.

—Aleksandr Pushkin