Whole: Reflections of an emma By Emma Kirakosyan on November 12, 2018 A black and white photograph of a woman with dark hair that’s separated in the middle and tied back. Her lips are thin, almost nonexistent. Her face is round. The lines on her face are rough but her skin is as white as

A Pine Gone Wild By Anna Grigoryan on November 12, 2018 WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Have you counted how many times you have been asked this same question? How many times have you announced that one word, the strange combination of letters that introduces you as a separate creature? Do you need your name? Why

Hello! I’m Maria! By Maria Muzalevskaya on November 12, 2018 My name is Maria. My surname is Muzalevskaya (some people think that my surname is too complicated). I live in Moscow and study modern sociology in Lomonosov Moscow State University. My scientific area is feminism. I love to compare its development  in Europe and Russia.

A Glimpse By Uliana Bazavluk on November 12, 2018 How do you introduce yourself? I smile, wave at the person. Maybe give him a hug. Then I say, “Hi, I’m Uliana.” The person then replies, “Hi, I’m John.” It’s interesting how our names are often the first glimpses of ourselves we reveal to a stranger.

In 10 Years from Now By Anna Darsavelidze on November 19, 2018 The first meeting was like the feeling when you catch the glimpses of the sun in the holes made by leafless trees in the late autumn evening. Sometimes the girl was lost in the depth of the eyes that wasn’t hers but belonged

Mountaintop Fingertips By Emma Kirakosyan on November 15, 2018 He closed his auburn eyes and leaned his head on the wooden headboard. His head was pounding so badly that he felt like a vein would explode somewhere inside. The white and creamy Fender was resting on his worn out jeans, his fingers caressing the strings.