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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Spring Flowers, Spring Frost about Bank, Death.As, Albanian with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Literary?
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conversations.value: From behind the closed door, the man shouts, Be on your way - you have no business hereOpen up, I am the messenger of Death.As spring arrives in the Albanian mountain town of B, some strange things are emerging in the thaw. Bank robbers strike the National Bank. Old terrors are dredged up from the shipwreck of history. And ultra-explosive state secrets are threatening to flood the entire nation. Mark, an artist, finds the peaceful rhythms of his life turned upside down by ancient love and modern barbarism and by the particular brutality of a country surprised and divided by its new freedom.
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conversations.value: What is the first three paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Spring Flowers, Spring Frost
  The afternoon suddenly seemed to have gone dead, as if it had been abandoned: a not uncommon impression toward the end of August, foreshadowing the coming autumn. A singer could be heard far away, and the monotonous strain only heightened the feeling of emptiness.
  Mark looked at his watch. The locksmith should have finished installing his new front door by now. He dressed, went out, and made for his studio.
  Good Lord, what a stupid ditty! Mark thought. He had to listen for a while to make out the rest of it:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is four more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Then they confessed to other misdemeanors. For instance, they said they had tried to rape an aunt of theirs, and also to make off with various works of art....
  Mark felt weary in advance as he realized he wouldn't get anything more out of the man tonight, or any night. The case was as dead as the other one about the queen with rope marks around her neck. Between her two suicide attempts, she had made two confessions that contradicted each other entirely. In the first set of avowals, she had said unambiguously that her husband, Oedipus Rex, had never been her son. In the second confession, she admitted to having married her son, despite having known for many years that he had killed his own father. She had promised to explain everything at the next interrogation, but in the small hours of the appointed day, she managed at last to hang herself.
  Files and yet more files, he thought. Instead of slowly getting clearer, the mysteries just thicken. The trial of Tantalus was now **102,000** years old, and the truth of it had been lost forever. Fortunately, investigations are done more quickly nowadays, but some of them could be awfully complicated: for instance, all the fuss the local Greens had been making over the killing of a house snake was far from calming down. The chief of police had poured oil on the fire when he had exclaimed without thinking, "We havent got enough time to look after people, so why should we rack our brains over the death of a reptile?" The local press took it up with a few articles, and then investigators came down from Tirana, accompanied by a lawyer representing the Center for the Protection of Endangered Species, based in Munich. By all recognized definitions, the Balkan house snake belonged on the list of such species. Harsh punishment was demanded for such abuse. The defendants stood firm: they had neither killed nor abused the beast. It had died on its own, or, to be precise, it had frozen to death. Its carcass could be inspected at the morgue; they could do an autopsy if they wanted. It was in December, when snakes do freeze to death unless they are in the right conditions. Those said conditions had gone into decline — not just for snakes, but for the whole town. There were electricity cuts, and firewood was scarce. They weren't even able to heat the children's bedroom, so how could they manage to keep a snake warm?
  You only had to dig a hole in the ground and put the snake in it, to hibernate. It would have slept through the winter, like all reptiles.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: It would have slept through the winter, like all reptiles.. They weren't even able to heat the children's bedroom, so how could they manage to keep a snake warm?
  You only had to dig a hole in the ground and put the snake in it, to hibernate. There were electricity cuts, and firewood was scarce. Those said conditions had gone into decline — not just for snakes, but for the whole town. It was in December, when snakes do freeze to death unless they are in the right conditions. Its carcass could be inspected at the morgue; they could do an autopsy if they wanted. It had died on its own, or, to be precise, it had frozen to death. The defendants stood firm: they had neither killed nor abused the beast. Harsh punishment was demanded for such abuse. By all recognized definitions, the Balkan house snake belonged on the list of such species. The chief of police had poured oil on the fire when he had exclaimed without thinking, "We havent got enough time to look after people, so why should we rack our brains over the death of a reptile?" The local press took it up with a few articles, and then investigators came down from Tirana, accompanied by a lawyer representing the Center for the Protection of Endangered Species, based in Munich. Fortunately, investigations are done more quickly nowadays, but some of them could be awfully complicated: for instance, all the fuss the local Greens had been making over the killing of a house snake was far from calming down. The trial of Tantalus was now **102,000** years old, and the truth of it had been lost forever. Instead of slowly getting clearer, the mysteries just thicken.
  Files and yet more files, he thought. She had promised to explain everything at the next interrogation, but in the small hours of the appointed day, she managed at last to hang herself. In the second confession, she admitted to having married her son, despite having known for many years that he had killed his own father. In the first set of avowals, she had said unambiguously that her husband, Oedipus Rex, had never been her son. Between her two suicide attempts, she had made two confessions that contradicted each other entirely. The case was as dead as the other one about the queen with rope marks around her neck.
  Mark felt weary in advance as he realized he wouldn't get anything more out of the man tonight, or any night.... For instance, they said they had tried to rape an aunt of theirs, and also to make off with various works of art.Then they confessed to other misdemeanors
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Mark's mind was as incandescent as burning coal. Every tyrant is a potentially infinite sequence of crimes. On the very day that a tyrant seizes the crown, those crimes are transferred from the future, from what is yet to come, to the past, to its furthest reaches, as far as that surest haven of rest, the mother's womb....
  Through the misty lens of the binoculars, on the other side of the valley, Mark could see Oedipus still rolling his absent eyes. O blind tyrant! Mark shouted out once again, O father and son of sin, what are you seeking with your non-eyes?
  But the old man kept on poking the undergrowth with his walking stick, seeking the mysterious door to the tunnel from which he had once, by mistake, emerged, hoping to delve back down into the dark....
  He raised his eyes to the sky as if in response to a call from on high. But the sky was tiresomely void. He was aware that a vacuum can have immense destructive force, but this was the first time he had come up against such a feeling of oppression. The clouds stood stock-still, and the birds, who seemed to be in collusion, had all flown away. Things must have looked more or less like that at the start or the end of the season when, as people have always supposed, the gods deserted Earth. A sky bereft of its masters, a sky in mourning stretching to infinity. Who knows why the gods left? Where in the universe did they go?