By Joseph Pearce
On the morning after my arrival in Moscow, I was picked up at the appointed hour by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s eldest son, who drove me to Solzhenitsyn’s home, secluded deep within a wood of towering pine trees. As I stepped out of the car, I felt that I was stepping into the greatest adventure of my life. I was not to be disappointed…
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