Igor Sakhnovsky

    BAKHCHYSARAI ROSE   To the sacred memory of the poet Regina Derieva That September, in sweltering dusty Crimea, I was...
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Re: Word: Daniil Kharms

Anton Mikhailovich spat, said “yuck,” spat again, said “yuck” again, spat again, said “yuck” again, and closed the door. To hell with him. Let me tell about Ilya Pavlovich.

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