“You’re beautiful.” A friend of mine recently told me that the men in her life say that to apologize for something they’ve done, or are about to do. “You’re beautiful” = “I’m sorry I’m going to have sex with you, because I’ve been told that it’s dirty and wrong. I’m sorry I’m going to destroyContinue reading “Love letters, part three”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
I am working furiously
Hope you come see the fruits of my labours once I am ready to rest on my laurels for a bit. Until then, Here’s Chekhov, whose short stories are better than his plays: Very few people know, by the way, that Chekhov had beautiful hands. Why isn’t there at least one dinky paper with thisContinue reading “I am working furiously”
Sunday Snowday Intermission
In November, Kyiv often looks like it does today: For whatever reason snow usually goes away in December, but until then even old buildings look spruced up in white. Enjoying the cold is more fun when there’s someone warm (and proferring a mug of hot chocolate) to come back to at home, but I’ve beenContinue reading “Sunday Snowday Intermission”
The Goat In Love
One woman’s husband was a cheater. He did it with the traveling gypsy, the miller’s daughter, the green-eyed spinster down the street, the shepherdess, the milkmaid with a dark braid, the woman that swept the church floor, the wife of the officer, and the son of the shoemaker. The man’s wife both knew and didn’tContinue reading “The Goat In Love”
Fan Mail
I received a precious e-mail today. The e-mail is from one “Poet Sam” – clearly an address specifically registered for the sake of cowardly bile-dumping. Gory details below.
Natalia A. 