By Eric Le Roy
“Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence….
(“A Prayer For My Daughter” – W.B. Yeats)
Content 16+ I remember one early winter evening in Moscow when I had gone looking for a bookshop in New Arbatskaya. It must have been earlier than I recall because the skies had not slackened away into their usual numb abstraction, prelude to the Russian nocturne. Or … Read the rest
Content advisory 18+ When I was a kid back in America and would watch the sit-coms on TV (which now leads me to reflect "Did I HAVE a life?"), I was always struck by the laughter that would erupt in the background every time someone said something that was supposed to be funny. Didn't matter if it actually WAS funny -- the knee-slapping merry-makers in the television studio ("coming to … Read the rest
Контент 18+
On the day before my first nightduty our only anesthetist-resuscitator Elena had given me her own personal phone number.
— Don’t hesitate to disturb me in any case of emergency, — she said. She was an amiable old doctor who could have retired ages ago, but she loved her job and, moreover, there was no other resuscitator in the hospital. I gave her thanks but hoped that … Read the rest
Контент 18+ (лексика, описание сцен насилия)
In difficult periods of my life I have always relied on my friends and my hobby to give me focus and direction. So it happened again. A weak wind of change blew when a local TV showed a clip about my amateur music band, where I was honing my skill of playing bass-guitar. I thought that their visit was premature because we didn’t perform … Read the rest
