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>The village stretched along the western edge of the city. There once had been summer houses, gardens, orchards, and the summer villas of the city fathers and plant directors. Green, pleasant places with small lakes and clean sandy beaches,
translucent birch groves, and ponds stocked with carp. The stink and pollution from the plant never reached this verdant glade -- nor did the city plumbing system. But now everything here was abandoned and they passed only one inhabited house -- the window shone yellow through the drawn blinds, the wash on the line was wet from the rain, and a huge dog rushed out at them furiously and chased the car through the mud thrown up by the wheels.