Poem "Night" (Ночь), from When the Weather Clears (Kogda razgulyaetsya, 1957) — as quoted in One Less Hope: Essays on Twentieth-century Russian ... Do you remember? Therein lies its delight. It brings back the forgotten; one's stores of energy, seemingly exhausted, come back to life. read more
In 1957 I was 21 and had just graduated from HEC business school in Paris. I had applied to a dozen US Business Schools and was admitted to Columbia. This is where I discovered the U.S. scene. read more
Not “would” but “did”. I had a minor debate with a Ford Prefect about right of way when crossing the main road. read more
I'm not going to say anything about missing electronics or anything like that because without knowing what you're missing there's nothing to hate, but I do think it would be annoying to get pictures taken. read more