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What does a writer forfeit when the war throws him out of his office and sends him into the wind, into a foreign land, into the scratchy "nowhere" between heaven and earth, pausing?...? Memory. Language. A stock of untold stories.

In her new essay, written for the Western press, Oksana Zabuzhko looks at the vitoki of today's Russian-Ukrainian war in two hourly measurements - the three-thousandth and the three-hundredth, interspersing them with his own arguments about how an insignificant amount of human will can change the course of history.