Lev Ozerov

Free time for whims is what makes age alluring; the aging Khachaturian grew to like touring: Rome—Paris—London—Berlin. He conducted, shook hands, represented the State, gave many an interview, enjoyed his fame through and through. Glory, after all, is ...

I’m walking up Bolshaya Dmitrovka, what is now Pushkinskaya— walking up from the station at Okhotny Ryad— and I find myself stopping in front of the Operetta Theater, stopping and whistling the first few bars of the “Classical ...

 A waning crescent melting in the sky— this is the profile of Svetlov, the poet. The tips of his forehead and chin reach for each other, between them nests the clever smile of a man from the city once known as Yekaterinoslav. Stooping, Svetlov carries his leanness ...