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During the Thaw, Bulat Okudzhava's songs melted the ice of too-unreliable truths. His skillful, refined words were intelligible to his contemporaries and therefore seemed understandable and simple. He captured the times in which he lived, the secrets of the heart, the enigma of art.

"Conscience, nobility, and dignity—there it is, our holy army...," wrote Bulat Okudzhava. As he passed away, he reminded us that there is hope to warn us.

Have we heard this warning?
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