What words can convey that melancholy yearning of evening in the steppe, with a solitary train travelling through it? How can I explain that extraordinarily faint song of the air passing through a straw? I tried to recall the poem ‘In the Carriage’ – I think it’s by Innokentii Annensky – which ex...
It seemed to him that what he was guarding was more than just the building where the PartCom was located – the eight windows, four walls and tiled roof that had come the way of the Party after the expropriation of Mirzokul-Tailor, the original owner of the cotton factory; yes, it seemed to Belkov...