Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Tango of Death

school joy, because if there wasn’t any money, there’d be no money, and Roma’s parents never denied themselves from reminding the young couple on every occasion that they were mooching off them. In the evening, after putting their little son to bed, Yarosh, with his books spread all over the kitchen, was writing his dissertation about the literature of Egypt, Babylon, Assyria, Sumeria, Arcanaumia, and the Hittite Kingdom, but the deeper he delved into the topic and dug up sources, the more his work seemed to be hopeless, because certain sources gave birth to other ones, and those – to yet others, and it was endless, forcing him to get lost in the labyrinths of different versions and often drawing conclusions by groping about in the dark; though everyone, who was working on this topic, was boded no

to listen, even straining her eyes and pursing her lips; and her face became so inspired that he fell in love with her more and more, thinking that she, in fact, had been created to listen spellbound to everything he would say, that entire heap of words, which he was falling in love with and which he was sinking into, as though into a quagmire, greedily swallowing air; and when during those readings she snuggled up to him and tickled his ear with her hot breath, he thought that the idyll would be eternal, and that both of them simply were destined to be married to each other. Feelings were taking over common sense, and from the moment they married, they started to live at Roma’s parents’ place, and that was the beginning of the end. Two years of teaching and then part-time graduate

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