Fiction
Winter 2000
Raven
From the Russian. My father looked like a raven. This dawned on me when I was still a boy: I was looking at a picture in Field of Napoleon standing […]
Fiction
Spring 2000
Caucasus
From the Russian. After arriving in Moscow I secretly rented a small room in an alley near the Arbat, and between our meetings I lived like an anchorite, hungering for […]