The Name I Didn’t Want
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…
AUTHOR:
MARIIA KOLTSOVA
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Моя дорогая Рыбонька,
There is a bit more than a week since I left you and I have so much to tell and to discuss. We have had so many…
Conflicts
That’s not the conflict.
That’s stealing the languages
Cultures
Territories
Of other countries
That’s not the conflict.
That ’s stealing futures
Pasts
Presents of other nations
That’s not the conflict
That’s stealing peace,
Safety
Lifes of people
That is not a conflict.
That…
Letters
I have been writing small letters to you when you was working on the north. I was 10 or 11, still ver small and childish while my classmates started…
My body is a broken gift
Anna is sitting on the sofa, covered with two blankets. Nikolay and Nika are standing near the window. The stage is lightened up with the soft light of flour-…
Nowhere
When you walking around the street you can hear your steps. Your shoes slowly stepping on broken road, rustle of small stones and pieces of asphalt, which was shifted three…
Oksana
Oksana, 24 years old, spent last night translating a historical book from polish to Ukrainian.
Where I’m from| Откуда я
Я из старых платьев дочерей маминых подруг,
Из бутылок за гаражами,
Из новогодних голубых огоньков с Пугачевой
И путинских ” это был еще один тяжелый год”.
Я из запаха собранной картошки и грязных…
