AUTHOR:

MARIIA KOLTSOVA

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By  on November 19, 2018

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

By  on November 18, 2018

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

By  on November 18, 2018

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 

By  on November 17, 2018

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

By  on November 15, 2018

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

By  on November 14, 2018

Oksana, 24 years old, spent last night translating a historical book from polish to Ukrainian.

Where I’m from| Откуда я

By  on November 14, 2018

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…

The Name I Didn’t Want

By  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…