Fallen Angel. Part II. The Flashback.

Контент 18+ (лексика, описание жестокости)
My friend Pavel, seasoned executive and successful businessman who recently lost his job because he openly supported the opposition leader, comes from an interesting family with a colorful but sad history. And, like everybody else in Russia, he can list past family members who were murdered by Stalin.
Russian_generals_WW1_1_1.jpg

Pavel Mebert was born in the late 1960s — about the time when the American astronauts either
Read the rest

Fallen Angel. Part III. Mediocracy.

Контент 18+ (лексика, описание жестокости)
In my last two blogs, I have told the story of a man whom I find to be both resourceful and idealistic; ambitious yet kind and generous; good-natured yet driven by the dark angels of trauma that apparently only a Russian can really know. I have chosen to devote myself to this complicated account because I believe it contains an essential — albeit rather depressing … Read the rest

Moscow Does Not Believe in Sleep

Контент 16+ (лексика, описание сцен сексуального характера)
One of the great things I have learned during my long life in Moscow is how to deal  'sleep deprivation.'  That just means not spending enough time in what the poet T.S. Eliot called "Death's twilight kingdom."  Eyes shut and sealed, problems blocked, dreams zigzagging like beautiful prehistoric birds in the bright lavender skies of Never Never Land.. Sleep, deep deep sleep. I
Read the rest

Looking for the tourist. Part 1. Way out.

Контент 18+ (лексика, описание эротических сцен)
Long ago the only thing I knew about tourism was that I didn't  want to be a 'tourist'. I just wanted out of America. It was a kind of yearning. You see, my dad — who wasn't much of a dad back then — was nevertheless the only member of my family whose mind went beyond the state of West Virginia. He was an
Read the rest

Looking for the tourist. Part 2. Mona Lisa.

Контент 18+ (лексика, описание эротических сцен)

Maybe it says a lot that, when we travel, most of us shrink away from the voices of our own countrymen. When my Russian wife Liuba and I used to beat the paths of Western Europe, she would head in the other direction at the sound of a Russian and I would do the same when I heard an American. It was nothing to Read the rest