AUTHOR:

ULIANA BAZAVLUK

desperate not reach the final goal, but do everything

By  on January 22, 2019

Feeling: the one where you are writing your essays and submitting your application forms, applying for interviews and trying to answer questions you don’t know the answer to. The…

Connecting

By  on November 20, 2018

I always thought that I should stick to prose, but Write in Armenia taught me to

1). be aware of my boundaries

2). and push myself

3). and explore.

Day one.

An…

Бабушка

By  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 every single one of her students.

My grandmother…

Swimming through the day

By  on November 18, 2018

Describe your day by measuring your fluids in it:

I wake up. My nose is running, a little spring of water from a fountain. My eyes are teary from…

Sunny Persimmons

By  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 digested in your small intestine. They are meant…

My body. Our body.

By  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…

Meet Masha

By  on November 14, 2018

Маша. Masha.

Current book read: Петровы в Гриппе и Вокруг Него
Current situation: looking for an apartment in Moscow. Doesn’t want to take out a mortgage.

She writes light, humorous stories about…

Searching

By  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 happens, play next to the house! Don’t…

A Glimpse

By  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 Uliana.” The person then replies, “Hi, I’m John.”…