Oh, don’t tell me you didn’t know that our body’s parts can talk. Alberto Moravia, an Italian author whose 100th birthday anniversary is this year, wrote an entire novel about a man&...
It took me a little longer than I hoped to fulfil my promise, but here I am finally with the English translation of the interview with Marcel Marceau. I will not say anything more in this introduction...
The Joy is a short story by a renowned Russian author and playwright, Anton Chekhov. I have long loved it for its satirical look at the individual’s awe of the press. In those days there was no ...
Vladimir Solovyov A Parody on Russian Symbolists mocks an affected, indulgent style of young Symbolist poets and their love for opulent imagery...
Yesterday, when it was sunny, in France they celebrated Bastille Day. In fact, not only in France, but in England as well. Craig McGinty reports on French-style celebrations in Manchester’s Plat...
My Family [This section enlists all of the Alekseev family by name, including some biographical information. – JD] I was evacuated with my father, Efim Semyonovich Alekseev (1890-1964), and my m...
The End of Evacuation, and the Victory (Autumn 1942 — May 9, 1945). My elder brother Leonid helped us to get a permission to return from evacuation in summer 1942. During a waiting period at one of th...
Evacuation, November 1941 — August 1942. When we arrived to the village called Murashi, many evacuee families went to the kolkhoz. We could not go because of our disabled mother, so we stayed in the v...
The Road to Evacuation. I had joined the medical brigade, and I was given the overalls, a hat and an anti-gas mask. On 11 October 1941 we heard that Medyn [a town to the north off Borovsk] was already...
Disclaimer: This memoire of a life during the Great Patriotic War in Russia was dictated by my grandmother, Lydia Sokolik, in 2006. I submitted this story to the BBC’s WW2 People’s War arc...