THOUGHTS OF XANADU

There is a certain charm in walking along the shore on a warm balmy afternoon, you said, after you have spent an agonisingly cold winter in ...

Standing at his platform while waiting for his train, he could not avoid looking at this woman who was contemplating something, a woman in t...

In its form, Dostoevsky's Poor Folk is an epistolary novel, written in the form of a series of notes and letters between Makar Devushk...

New year's eve was cold and bitter, it was wet and cold and so we decided to stay indoors, we decided to talk to each other and while aw...

In Foma Fomich Opiskin we have the grand tyrant, master of the universe, king and audience rolled into one, king in the country of the bl...

I was thinking about the lovesickness of which we spoke last time in the fervent echo or the melancholy wake of the Song of Songs , the Poem...

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What is a book? It is just a fable with faces! Novels are rubbish, too, written as rubbish, merely for idle people to read: believe me, litt...

the unspoken word will always remain unheard it will simmer in my eyes behind the trace of the last meeting it will stay on my lips behind t...

We, some friends and acquaintances had gathered to hear the saddest love songs at our favourite cafe bar at the corner of the main street in...

" It seems to me that one of the most successful and effective forms of tackling the political is by the technique of the thriller or t...

Memed, My Hawk is the story after the first story, it belongs to the pantheon of first stories, and it also puts an end to all other stor...

Horacio Castellanos Moya's Senselessness brought him to the attention of the English reading world last year. Senselessness was easily ...

On the last evening on this earth, we cut off our days From our shrubs, and we count the ribs that we will carry with us And the ribs that w...

I must admit that I thoroughly liked reading Herzog on Herzog , a collection of interviews that chronologically traces the life and career o...

For a time, the high valley was shrouded in cloud, and for the length of an afternoon they gazed out of the huge panoramic windows, set on t...