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By Ludmilla Petrushevskaya
A girl is sewing herself a dress for the first time. She bought three meters of cheap fabric (just over a ruble a meter), but the fabric turns out to be surprisingly pretty, black with bright bursts of…
Translated from Russian by Keith Gessen & Anna Summers
The Golem in the Mirror
By Nadezhda Gorlova
I dreamed of Prague at night. It looked the way each of us to whom the words “Old City” speak at least a little would imagine. I knew the Golem had returned, and I ran through the streets…
Translated from Russian by Deborah Hoffman
None of Your Business
By Natalia Klyuchareva
His mother smiled stupidly, flapped her heavily mascaraed eyelashes, and missed the plate with her fork.
Translated from Russian by Marian Schwartz
My Story of Chess
By Shota Iatashvili
Her hand would travel around the board, creeping up on a piece as she mumbled in a kind of trance: “J’adoube, j’adoube, j’adoube . . .”
Translated from Georgian by Elizabeth Heighway
Arm Wrestling in Chebachinsk
By Aleksandr Chudakov
Grandfather was very strong. When he was working in the kitchen garden or whittling spade handles (for relaxation, he would always whittle handles-there were enough of them piled in a corner of the barn…
Translated from Russian by Timothy D. Sergay