Monthly Archives: November 2015

Nadejda’s was the kind of beauty resistible only to those who refused to fight, kill or die for anything. How she ended up a prostitute was not truly comprehensible. She should have been living on the top floor. A made … Continue reading →

Every bit of ash has a life of its own. Gets brushed off. Flies along. Runs away. Disappears. Joins an army somewhere. Maybe Antonov knew where he was going. And none of those folk-dancing kids were in any way related, … Continue reading →