The mother was telling something, asking about the job – she swelled with pride that I worked as a journalist on TV. To tell you the truth, I was proud myself on the first year of working but carefully curbed…
If everyone, starting from October, is asking for snow for the New Year, then the atmosphere will make these wishes come true. True, sometimes there is a lot of this snow or it turns into rain. However, these synoptic nuances…
Andriy Andrukhovych. Lovers of Justice Generally speaking about contemporary Ukrainian literature it’s worth being careful in judgments: even if you think in this or that book there’s “nothing special” (especially comparing with Umberto Eco) remember that “nothing special” is a…
In the far away 1993, as part of a student exchange program, the first of its kind in the post-Soviet world, I had a chance to study for a year at the University of Kansas, situated in the city of…
Somehow, I immediately realized – the son. No, I didn’t have super presentiments. And intuition didn’t whisper me anything. I didn’t realize at all what was happening. I just knew – I would have the son. He would take after…
In any children’s quarrels, I was told, well, you are the youngest ‒ be smarter, be polite, do what you want, just do not defend your dignity. And you know, the memory from that time tells me that this my…
In the winters of my childhood, grocery shops were dim and spaceless, full of tickling darkness, like fabulous underground kingdoms. Netty cylinders, three-four times taller than me, towered the foreground of the tiled hall, which evoked the associations with a…
I give you my word, Lazarus by Svitlana Taratorina settles down in Ukrainian literature for a long time. It will be re-read because a lot of “beacons” and “traps” are scattered throughout the book, in order not to lose the…
Recently, the World Economic Forum promulgated the index of gender equality. There’s good news for us. Compared to 2016, we gained four points in the ranking – and now we rank 65th among 149 countries. The best situation with gender…
Now everything changed. I dream about at least one day without advert. But, no. In the morning, I make a cup of coffee and buckle down to scrolling Facebook feed, struggling through it once and again. Among selfies, wishes of…