Memories By Maria Muzalevskaya on November 13, 2018 The winter, my first memory, I fell into the snow.  I tasted it, it was a bit sweet and crispy. I listened to its crunch. My face was hurting, the snow burned it. Then the spring. I was skipping my lessons. I was looking at young and

My Life in Two Boxes By Anna Darsavelidze on November 13, 2018 – What are these?– Boxes.– Why?– What do you mean?– What do you need these boxes for?– They are my life.– Literally?– Literally.– How can a box be someone’s life?– Do you see these notebooks?– Yes.– They will tell you about every single

What is Literature? By Kübra Arar on November 13, 2018 We want to be a good writer. Then let’s look at what literature is. When I decided to study literature, I had the same question in my mind. Why was literature or literature for me? I was looking for objective answer. Objectivity was more satisfying

Unerasable By Anna Grigoryan on November 13, 2018 I come from a snoring bedroom, Chocked by the odor of the half-dead bodies.   I come from the silhouette-like holes of the wall. From a blue on my forehead, And from the red of the number four.   I come from “he has gone,” and “come

Southern Wind By Gayaneh Vardanyan on November 12, 2018 I’m an Armenian girl. Okay, that was a terrible start. Now you’re so gonna associate me with a bunch of things that I can’t say I’m very related to. Partially, of course, but whatever. I study programming. Doesn’t tell anything either. I mean it does –

The Name I Didn’t Want By Mariia Koltsova on November 12, 2018 When my mam was pregnant with me she was watching a movie.  There were a young man riding a horse down to the seaside. And he was crying a name, looking for someone, for a girl, calling her name out loud. Such a