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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…
*** 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…
I Don’t feel Like Writing Today By Marta Urushadze on November 18, 2018 Writing has always been something, I’ve never understood. The more I write, the farthest it runs away…
Letters By Mariia Koltsova 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…
Conflicts By Mariia Koltsova on November 18, 2018 That’s not the conflict. That’s stealing the languages CulturesTerritories Of other countries That’s not the conflict. That ’s stealing futuresPasts Presents of other nations That’s not the conflictThat’s stealing peace, SafetyLifes…
My body is a broken gift By Mariia Koltsova on November 17, 2018 Anna is sitting on the sofa, covered with two blankets. Nikolay and Nika are standing near the…
Nowhere By Mariia Koltsova 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…
Where I’m from| Откуда я By Mariia Koltsova on November 14, 2018 Я из старых платьев дочерей маминых подруг,Из бутылок за гаражами,Из новогодних голубых огоньков с ПугачевойИ путинских ” это…
Oksana By Mariia Koltsova on November 14, 2018 Oksana, 24 years old, spent last night translating a historical book from polish to Ukrainian. BIO Latest Posts BIO Mariia KoltsovaWas born, lived,…
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…