Pushkin Hills, by Sergei Dovlatov
At noon we pulled into Luga. We stopped at the station square and the tour guide adjusted her tone from a lofty to an earthier one: “There to the left are the facilities…” My neighbor pricked up his ears. “You mean the restroom?” He nagged me the entire trip: “A bleaching agent, six letters? An […]
Writers: Sergei Dovlatov
Sergei Dovlatov
There’s a classic storyline that goes like this: a poor boy peeks through a chink in a wall on a nobleman’s estate. He sees the nobleman’s little boy riding a pony. From that moment on, his life is given over to one end—to get rich. He can no longer return to his former life. His […]
Writers: Sergei Dovlatov