Chutney

Head down, nose in a book, I didn’t see the impact as the window shattered and the shards of glass … Continue reading Chutney

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Walking on Ice

On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions … Continue reading Walking on Ice

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The Night Train from Rostov-on-Don to Moscow

It was clearly a well practiced routine, careful, elaborate and worthy of a Japanese tea ceremony. First newspaper was spread … Continue reading The Night Train from Rostov-on-Don to Moscow

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The All-Russian State Library of Foreign Literature

I have, in my loft, a box of keepsakes – old tickets, football programmes, postcards and letters, an ancient packet … Continue reading The All-Russian State Library of Foreign Literature

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Почта

It may have been 1997, but this was the Russia of the seventies. Soviet and grey. No snow to lift … Continue reading Почта