“In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.” – Vladimir Nabokov Loving someone whom you know you cannot even feel the flesh of, let alone possess the soul, is something which not only gives you insomnia, but has your heart captured in its own turf only to unleash torture with every passing … Continue reading A HEART’S TALE
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The Typewriter
“Not revelry do I seek, but pure sorrow.” - Fyodor Dostoyevsky The walls of the Pétrer Police Station were all white with its breaks created by photographs of men and women who had achieved notoriety in the justice sphere. Every one of them had the same expression as if they were manufactured from the … Continue reading The Typewriter
NO ONE HATED THEIR OWN FLESH
“Why are you being angry, Polinna?” “Do I need a reason if your grotesque constitution is before my eyes!” “I am never furious at you, I am never. I hate you, but I am never angry at you.” “You don’t have to be – you already have a physiognomy like a bear.” “Why did you … Continue reading NO ONE HATED THEIR OWN FLESH
WAR: WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?
The conference on stopping the War was scheduled for the morning on Easter. It was to take place in the Tennis Court in Verne arrondissement in Séanche. For historical reasons, any revolutionary investiture in the city was taken in that Tennis Court: you need to ban cars – you go to the tennis court; you … Continue reading WAR: WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?
ULYANA
“Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain.” Philip Larkin (Trees) CHAPTER 1: OLD AND NEW The electric lamps were coming to life on Postdamer Platz as Mr. and Mrs. Hartmann realized that they … Continue reading ULYANA
The Heavenly Cap 