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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Russia in 1919 by Arthur Ransome: crowd of crows followed the sledge and perched on it,
tearing greedily at the meat. He beat at them continually
with his whip, but they were so famished that they took no
notice whatever. The starving crows used even to force
their way through the small ventilators of the windows in my
hotel to pick up any scraps they could find inside. The
pigeons, which formerly crowded the streets,
utterly undismayed by the traffic, confident in the
security given by their supposed connection with religion,
have completely disappeared.
Nor can there be any question about the cold. I resented my
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