‘I should have known that learning the God forsaken alphabet would be the easiest thing in this language.’ That was generally the kindest thought I could muster during six daily hours of grammar classes, taught exclusively in Russian, as I watched pigeons fall out of the sky and tanks go on parade in St. […]
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