Trafika Europe 13 - Russian Ballet

Judeophile

the subject, and I still had his Delbrück to return to him, but I restrained myself. And when those two weeks had passed, she suddenly called me herself. As though nothing had happened. She asked: “Well, did you pass your exams?” “Barely. They took away my stipend...” “It’s alright, you’ll get it back next semester, you’re very capable.” “I don’t know...” “You are, you’re very capable. And failures – well, it happens sometimes.” “Sure it happens,” I said with an air of significance. “Hey, do you want to hang out?” “Hang out?” “Better still – come over to our place. Grandpa is at the

dacha, and Mom won’t be home till late. “ When I came in, she hugged and kissed me. “Boy, did I miss you!”

And I was pulled into the vortex of love, together with all my hurts, I spun around in it, circle after circle, faster and faster... I don’t know how much time passed. We were lying next to each other, now already separate, her hand on my shoulder notwithstanding. The world returned into focus: a small room, a low ottoman, vitrines with books, mostly textbooks, a hula hoop leaning against

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