13 January 2010. Bright sun on backlit gray, gleaming gold, all surfaces...
A Russian gathering, by Lev Shestov. His arched nose and sliding brow--the summer cap, and a table, outside, amidst the dacha's trees. Women in careful blouses, short to the waist, with long Russian skirts. A tiny broach worn just at the neck, in black stone. Vera Petrovna, reading to us from Chekhov. Anton Pavlovich--her favored son--words from this world...
Words from all worlds--a pigeon's walk, or a toast--proschai--
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