The Meek
In the thick February fog, enriched by the smell of coal, a young man stood on the bridge nearby the [...]
admin 2021-11-10T17:18:40+00:00 March 31st, 2021|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 136|0 Comments
In the thick February fog, enriched by the smell of coal, a young man stood on the bridge nearby the [...]
admin 2021-11-10T17:18:45+00:00 March 31st, 2021|Categories: Prose, original, Literature, Blesok no. 136|0 Comments
В гъстата февруарска мъгла, наситена с ми- ризмата на въглища, млад мъж стоеше на моста до Ючбунарската баня, късаше страници [...]
admin 2021-04-03T19:28:01+00:00 December 22nd, 2020|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 133 - 135|0 Comments
BACK – February 1966 There she is, whining again! – Drago mumbled angrily, still not awakened. – I know – [...]
admin 2021-04-03T19:28:20+00:00 December 22nd, 2020|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 133 - 135|0 Comments
Goldbach’s conjecture CHAPTER 47 DAYS Frog eggs Everything was already here; I was only looking for the fateful hour when [...]
admin 2021-04-03T19:28:24+00:00 December 22nd, 2020|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 133 - 135|0 Comments
"Moon Song" He found her trapped in his net at dawn. The forest was still asleep, the horizon softly brightening. [...]
admin 2020-08-14T21:14:57+00:00 August 5th, 2020|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok Editions, Blesok no. 130 - 132|0 Comments
Еxcerpt I do not write dialogue; I let the characters talk to each other Quentin Tarantino PROLOGUE It so happened [...]
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There are more swimming pools in France than in any other European country. Almost 100 people drown in French pools [...]
admin 2020-08-14T21:17:39+00:00 August 4th, 2020|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok Editions, Blesok no. 130 - 132|0 Comments
Bekim Sejranović (In Memoriam) (Excerpt from the novel) I 1. I’m sitting in the old cottage [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:48:39+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
Each night my father would set the old metal alarm clock and place it on the washing machine in the [...]
admin 2019-12-27T11:48:56+00:00 December 18th, 2019|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 129|0 Comments
(A moving story from Botswana) There she is, the baby antelope still covered with remnants of her mother’s placenta and [...]