desperate not reach the final goal, but do everything By Uliana Bazavluk on January 22, 2019 Feeling: the one where you are writing your essays and submitting your application forms,…
Бабушка Бабушка By Uliana Bazavluk on November 20, 2018 My grandmother likes telling me her stories from the time she was a teacher. She now is retired, but she remembers…
Connecting By Uliana Bazavluk on November 20, 2018 I always thought that I should stick to prose, but Write in Armenia taught me to1). be aware of my boundaries2). and…
Sunny Persimmons By Uliana Bazavluk on November 18, 2018 Some feelings are not meant to be dealt with. They are meant to chewed, slowly, and swallowed down your throat and…
Swimming through the day By Uliana Bazavluk on November 18, 2018 Describe your day by measuring your fluids in it: I wake up. My nose is running, a little spring of…
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.…
Searching By Uliana Bazavluk on November 14, 2018 I resolutely believe that many of our favourite fairytales were created because, when the protagonist’s mom yelled at him, “No matter what…
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…
A Glimpse By Uliana Bazavluk on November 12, 2018 How do you introduce yourself? I smile, wave at the person. Maybe give him a hug. Then I say, “Hi, I’m…