Remembering why I find Russian literature so seductive. "He drove his car unthinkingly, floating in his pain like a specimen in formalin. Snow was falling, as heavy as white bread soaked in water. The whole
of Moscow was quietly drowning in this nutritious deluge, the glassy massifs
of the New Arbat were like dull stainless steel." Basileus, Olga Slavnikova
— Apr 14, 2013 10:34AM
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