European Voices
Summer 1995
Katya
‘In old Russia,’ says Katya, raising blue eyelids, ‘There were no thieves. You would knock on a door, If you were traveling on pilgrimage, Then people would open, at all […]
European Voices
Summer 1995
Count Orlov
He slept with the Empress; fathered her child; Strangled her husband. The funeral scarves Hid his fingers’ scars. His marches split Poland. His last, passion? Horses: a dark trotting breed. […]