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Bohdan Boychuk

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Raspad

Autumn 1978 | Poetry

How can we slow time down? How can we shed rot, Raspad? Sleepless nights on the Volga coast unleash miracles. Where the eye relied on the droughty steppe for mercy, there, in swirling mist, the haystack of revolution rises. In distant granaries a [...]