Never white By Oksana Lebedivna on November 16, 2018 This is Anna. She writes. Her writings is something that touches you both emotionally and intellectually. Her hair. Her hair is a specific environment she stays in, a sort of key to her personality you figure out at first glance. At the same time, this is …
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My Life in Two Boxes By Anna Darsavelidze on November 13, 2018 – What are these?– Boxes.– Why?– What do you mean?– What do you need these boxes for?– They are my life.– Literally?– Literally.– How can a box be someone’s life?– Do you see these notebooks?– Yes.– They will tell you about every single …
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 great saber and a big snake in my own cabin. And in a free time I write a memories about our pirates adventures and stories …
My favourite book / წიგნი, რომელიც არასოდეს წამიკითხავს By Gvantsa Gubeladze on November 15, 2018 მწვანე ყდიანი წიგნია. თაროდან ვიღებ და ხელში ვატრიალებ. „ის არის“ – ვფიქრობ გულში და მიხარია… „ახლა მაინც წავიკითხავ, რამდენი ხანია ვეძებ !“ წიგნს პირველ ფურცელზე ვშლი და წასაკითხად ვემზადები. ვკითხულობ პირველ წინადადებას, მერე მეორეს. არ მეცნობა. „არა, ის ნამდვილად არ …
My body. Our body. By Uliana Bazavluk on November 17, 2018 My body is clay. My body is sculptor’s wax, child’s plasticine. I am the sculptor. I am the child. My own child shaping my form of my clay. Of my body. I am changeable and unalterable, I shrink and expand. I am thin. I …
My Body Is Soft By Marta Urushadze on November 16, 2018 My body is soft It bends You touch it It feels like a child’s toy. It’s so fresh And smooth Can’t believe That one day This exact body will rot This exact hands will not move anymore. My voice won’t come out of my …