For my mother
And other Russian women,
Whose songs I hear,
Whose thoughts I speak,
Whose dreams I dream

Kristina Gorcheva-Newberry


The Narrator

... While his companion entertained the travelers with ludicrous jokes, the other uncovered for them the kind of prosaic and gritty truth that underlay all menís existence. He spoke of the universal loneliness and vulnerability of a human mind, the unfathomable grief that only deepened with knowledge. The loss of love. The travelers listened, amused and astonished, for they thought what a great man must the writer be if he had created such a wise narrator ... » read more

Appeared in Rosebud (issue 57)

 

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