7 article(s) translated from Ukrainian

Crow, Wheels

When the city was destroyed, they started fighting over the cemetery. It was right before Easter and wooden crosses over the freshly dug graves put out their paper blossoms— red, blue,...

Metamorphoses of Reality: An Introduction to New Ukrainian Writing

Whenever I get into a conversation regarding Ukraine’s place on the global map, I am always reminded of a cartoon I once saw in an American history textbook. In it, a confused-looking student...

Panda

“Oh well,” I said, “Then it’s probably gonna be a panda.” “We can’t really settle on ‘probably,’” said the guy. “We need a firm...

The Rat

1 This is impossible, Tamara Pavlivna convinces herself, it’s impossible. I live on the seventh floor of a brick building, and the seventh floor—it’s gotta be too high for him. He...

April 2045: The Hole

Bazyl the gravedigger sat on a pile of earth that he himself had created and, as usual, smoked his cheap cigarettes. His short-cropped hair was completely gray. His arms, bony and covered in thick...

from A Short History of Dance

Listen, child, to a wise old wolf: in dance everything has its own meaning. Here we've stopped— we haven't touched, yet our breath dances in a common rhythm, always stronger and...

Girls

Darka saw her in the trolley, the sweaty, June-soaked trolley, brimming with people and their smells: sweet, almost corpselike, female, heavy, equestrian, yet oddly palatable, and even stimulating,...