“But Pushkin’s birthday in June came and went, and soon enough New Year’s was coming up, and I still hadn’t heard anything. I had to admit I’d fallen for a scam. It was too late to do anything but laugh.”
From Russian-American writer Olga Zilberbourg’s great short story in B O D Y “What Goes Around“, a story of an encounter between a variety of two very different Russian artists.
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