Frankfurt, 20..

Frankfurt, 20.. By Nana Abuladze on November 19, 2018 It is called “Lesung” here. Although that’s not my first time, I’m nervous. I’m trying to do what Germans call “sich…

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Շիշկա

Շիշկա By Anna Grigoryan on November 19, 2018 – Քոռացա ես, դեղ ես խմո՞ւմ, – ասաց համարիս մաքրուհիներից մեկը ու ցավազրկողը բարձրացնելով սրբեց սեղանի վրա դինջ քնած փոշին, – իմանայի…

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Fainting

Fainting By Maria Muzalevskaya on November 19, 2018 I fainted in the bus between stops “Metro station Troparevo” and “Teplostanskoy travel”. I was happy, I thought today was the day…

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My imagination

My imagination By Kateryna Orlovska on November 19, 2018 When I was 6 years old, I imagined that I am a pirate. I’m genius fighter, of course, I have a…

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*** By Mariia Koltsova 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…

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Watcha doin’?

Watcha doin’? 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…

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