I put them in a crystal jug. The jug used to belong to my great-grandmother, who was a revolutionary, but also loved flowers. And white flowers in this time of year are a bit like inviting winter indoors – but asking it to wipe its feet and to generally act civilized.
Category Archives: Russia
Here’s my husband as a baby, for the sake of comparison
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The comforts of home
When I was in high school, my friends and I feared the kind of ordinariness that could one be borne out of the boom of the 1990’s. The walls of our houses could only cave in on us in the metaphoric sense. Because my parents had money during that period, I thought I had theContinue reading “The comforts of home”
I’ve been working
Or, you know, goofing off, depending on how you look at it. You know, Ekaterina Zatuliveter is NOT a spy. I’m amazed at the slut-shaming this woman has endured. All because she’s Russian and gravitates towards older, powerful men. In a normal world, this would have been a phase she would have grown out ofContinue reading “I’ve been working”
Have I told you guys that I became a sad playwright recently?
Because I totally did. As did Slava and Natasha.