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Frau Stalin came to a dramatic, hard-hitting finale. She
turned to me in an about-face, just short of a salute, huffed
some Albanian dictate, and marched off. Immediately, I
motioned the kids to sit down. "Okay you guys . . . " I
began slowly, diplomatically, pushing up a half-smile. And
so we tried again, this insane notion of an English class in a
refrigerator/freezer. In the comer, Spartak worked at
reassembling the rusted heap into something of a wood
stove, this time in a much less grating manner. �