How can we slow time down? How can we shed rot, Raspad? Sleepless nights on the Volga coast unleash miracles.
Where the eye relied on the droughty steppe for mercy, there, in swirling mist, the haystack of revolution rises.
In distant granaries a [...]
A sinecure of fashion. That's what he was before the illness. I like that word, sinecure. Sometimes I think I've been waiting for the right moment to use it. My father used long words and difficult words when he censured us. Like the time Andy and [...]
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