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The Red Crown

The Red Crown - story

Mikhail Bulgakov

Most of all I hate the sun, loud human voices, and pounding. Rapid, rapid pounding. I am so afraid of people that if I hear someone else’s footsteps and the sound of voices in the…

Zoya

Zoya - story

Alice Bialsky

  1   Our school was named after Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, the first woman awarded the title Hero of the Soviet Union. Therefore, we had endless lectures about her life: how Zoya did in school, what…

Chicken Morning, Noon and Night

Chicken Morning, Noon and Night - story

Tasha Karluka

“Sonya, how could you? How can you wear those short dresses covered with pea-green dots?” “Sonya, have you said your prayers?” “Sonya, how can you listen to those fascists?” “Sonya, have you read Sholem Aleichem?”…

Incident on Cur Street

Incident on Cur Street - story

Alexander Grin

He looks like me and is the same height, but he appears to be a half-head taller – the cad. —From an old comedy As it happened, Alexander Golts came out of the vaudeville show…

Bohemia

Bohemia - story

Mikhail Bulgakov

I – How to Survive with the Aid of Literature. Astride a Play to Tiflis. If someone asked me what I deserve, I would say in all honesty before God that I deserve hard labor….

Condensed Milk

Condensed Milk - story

Varlam Shalamov

Envy, like all our feelings, had been dulled and weakened by hunger. We lacked the strength to experience emotions, to seek easier work, to walk, to ask, to beg… We envied only our acquaintances, the…

Poverty | The Galosh

Poverty | The Galosh - story

Mikhail Zoshchenko

Poverty Brothers, what is the most fashionable word these days, eh? These days the most fashionable word around is, of course, “electrification”. I don’t deny the vast importance of shining a light on Soviet Russia….

The Extra

The Extra - story

Anatoly Kuznetsov

1 Ilya Ilych was injured. It happened in the evening, in the third act. Dressed in braided crimson livery, white stockings and shoes with buckles, Ilya Ilych was to go out on stage to hand…

Quadraturin

Quadraturin - story

Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

  1 From outside there came a soft knock at the door: once. Pause. And again—a bit louder and bonier: twice. Sutulin, without rising from his bed, extended—as was his wont—a foot toward the knock,…

My First Goose

My First Goose - story

Isaac Babel

Savitsky, the commander of the Sixth Division, rose when he saw me, and I was taken aback by the beauty of his gigantic body. He rose — his breeches purple, his crimson cap cocked to…