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This is my dad.   He gave me both my poor vision and my innate Russian sense of melancholy and the feeling that we’re all going to die soon.  I love him anyway.  He not only painted a whole piano for me (a piano I stopped playing after about a year), he also made me breakfast almost every morning I went to school, reminded me gently to put on a jacket (by telling me he would beat me if I didn’t), ...