Tag Archives: Russian short stories

Oleg Woolf in B O D Y

“Yet it may be that they can’t see a thing, even their own darkness. So what, Ionesco, did you turn out to be different from everyone else? Or maybe you’re not Ionesco at all, even? These words seemed very unusual to Ionesco. Not even simply strange, but entirely extraordinary.” From “Ionesco and Feodasi” in Moldovan […]

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Igor Sakhnovsky in B O D Y

“– Do you intend to kill someone? – the woman asked. – Quite the opposite. It’s more likely it will be me. – You have nothing to fear. You still have…. And she named a date, hidden in the depths of the next century, and which flooded me with its gust-like piercing chill, like a […]

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Vladimir Kozlov in B O D Y

“I sat down on the edge of the couch. The Radiotechnika radiola was playing music, something non-Russian. Vova poured the rest of the wine into the glasses – there turned out to be just a bit left — and they drank up. I was sorry Igor had interfered, and that they didn’t give me any […]

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