Memory Poem: “September 12” or 12 сентября
This “poem” is really a reflection on a memory. It was September 12 of my first autumn in Novosibirsk, and it was the first truly cold, autumn-like day in what had been a strangely long summer. To escape the chill, I walked into my favorite bookstore (Kapital or КапиталЪ, unfortunately also the most expensive) and … Read more…
