Memories By Maria Muzalevskaya on November 13, 2018 The winter, my first memory, I fell into the snow.  I tasted it, it was a bit sweet and crispy. I listened to its crunch. My face was hurting, the snow burned it. Then the spring. I was skipping my lessons. I was looking at young and …

Meet Masha By Uliana Bazavluk on November 14, 2018 Маша. Masha. Current book read: Петровы в Гриппе и Вокруг НегоCurrent situation: looking for an apartment in Moscow. Doesn’t want to take out a mortgage. She writes light, humorous stories about a university freshman student named Vasya. She likes her coffee with milk, without sugar. She …

Meditation By Kateryna Orlovska on November 15, 2018 Bla bla bla I take masala tea  Bla bla bla I try to meditate  Bla bla bla  But my thoughts are so mazy  What I can say in conclusion? Before to start a meditation I should do something more than drinking masala tea So, next day Bla …

Me, They, We By Gayaneh Vardanyan on November 15, 2018 Me: I’m too weak to be strong. Too strong to be weak. Tired of being in between.They: They inhale. They exhale. They dissolve in the air. They are dead.We: One day we will come true. One day we will face something. Maybe each other. Maybe ourselves.Me: My messy curls, …

Mazurka Opus 33 No 4 By Hüseyin Serhat Arıkan on November 16, 2018 I wake up. Put my clothes on and go to breakfast in the main building of the hotel. I will meet, once again, on a new day, with friends from four nations. Friends who are the newborns of the country of literature …

Marie…birdy…just be free By Marie Sevs on November 12, 2018 Mary, Maria, Mariam… No, it is just Mari, but preferably written Marie, just as in French . But, what is your real name? Isn’t this just a nickname?  They would look at me shocked, confused as if I just said something in an unknown language. …