Yury Khorshunov’s story wrapped me in the arms of Mother Russia
Mrs. Khorsunov was Yury’s mother, and what she did endears me forever to her, to Nizhneudinsk, Siberia, and to the soil of Russia itself. Here’s his story: In March 1946, Mrs. Khorsunov was on her way from home after her work as a conductor on a train which [...]
Archive for March, 2009
“American”
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Nostalgia
Posted in Uncategorized on March 9, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Nostalgia
Nostalgia is the rarest of emotions.
The richest and choicest enclave of the soul,
the thickest and least stirred of any waters.
No one goes there willingly.
Something, someone—a friend in the guise of a foe—
takes the heart where the mind dreads to go.
Then somewhere in between you feel forced to stop
and nurse a lump [...]
