In the clouds, there’s a gilded throne that he sits on. And all around him are the tanks that have perished in combat. He wears coveralls, and a black helmet like yours or mine, and when he’s at the controls of his golden 34, the lightning flashes and thunder peals.
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Ivan Naydenov on his “Tank God”, “Belyy Tigr” (2012) |
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